The White Horse Rode into his life,

no death is any better, any worse.

No respect for station or birth,

The White Horse will take your soul

for all that it is worth.

Our lives will never be reimbursed,

The White Horse is always a curse.





“That Baby, That Was Me”

That baby that was me, Then very threatening of my life was he.

Did he not feel manly? I could not understand the pain he was causing me

I did not say a word, but could he not see, the wounding he did, to a child as young as me.

Perhaps, he couldn’t be the man he wanted to be.

As the crying continued, the stepfather laughed,

And said you would soon like this just like me.

During the death of my mind, a brick was placed in my brain you see.

Nevertheless, as a result, love seems always to be close, but then it flees.

Night folds around me; sleep comes.

Wait, stairs appear before me. Why am I so drawn to them?

I am descending down, but I am gripped by fear. Flames are all around me, but I seem to not care.

A path appears before me, opening with each step I take.

Demons of flame are dancing all around me, leading me into the unknown. A flame-filled room appears. here, sitting on a large throne is Lucifer himself

Fear grips me tightly, but boldness makes me ask: “Why am I here, and what do you want of me?” “You are in the place you ask to be.

I want to give you what you need.

When you are consumed by Death, Darkness, Pain, and Despair, I will give you all you need and keep you here.”

The sun started rising up above, as I was awakened by a feeling of love.

Still, the night will fall again.

Can I keep holding love in my heart, or will night bring Hell Fire once again?

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