water runs full free and fast
flowing down cliffs
through meadow and marsh
carrying effluent on its back
time rules the hour
wheels turn winds blow
over fields of grain
swaying like waves
rolling with the tide
and her flaxen hair streamed
like silk ribbons flowing
golden and fair as she rode
in the balmy summer air
she rode across meadows
stretched long and wide
like a dark messenger
on a mission to hell
she paused beside a soft sandy mound
that breathed a sigh
and a message ushered forth
from deep within its depths
only she understood
then turned mounted her ride
and rode into the wind with abandon
her flaxen hair streaming
like fine silk ribbons trailing behind
she never looked back
at what was left behind
she rode and her flamen hair
flowed full and free
on the soft balmy breeze
riding by her side
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