Riding again

So today’s Napowrimo’s  challenge was to write a poem that involves an urgent journey and an important message.

morning light

It was on this day, in nineteen fifteen

A man with a hood, saddled his horse,

He rode through the land, as the moon was high

Shadows and darkness were all around.

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The horse took up speed, down muddy tracks

Galloping through dense forests and streams

The man with the hood, pushed on through the night

He was desperate to beat the first light.

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Before the dawn broke, was the end of the ride,

The message delivered intact.

As he looked in the distance,

Darkness was changing, the light appearing too fast

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Pushing his horse to gather speed

The destination was now in sight

And on the horizon, the dawn was breaking

The house appeared at last.

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Dismounting his steed, removing his hood,

His face was all twisted and drawn,

A white form appeared, ‘your too late, I got here first’

The message was loud and clear.

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The man with the hood, with a howl of dismay

Snarled,  his delivery was too late again,

Beaten by the angel, all covered in white

Death would need to go riding again.

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