Top Blog: The Sands reaches out to him,
Wanting to know what his soft brown eyes are trying to tell me.
My mind whispers to his, begging him to tell me, what he has come here for
But the proud stallion just continues to stare at me, his wild mane
Flying around him, in a wild ebony silk banner.
Blessing my unaturally good memory for events,
Flashes come to me from a time past,
When this black stallion has visited my dreams before,
But at the time, he belonged to another....
The nobleman that saved my life just in the nick of time,
Before I was to be ravished by a murderer.
Placing me before him, upon his black stallion,
But after that night,
I never seen the noble knight again
Yet not before being certain I was alright.