The horse did cry as it began to fall
No rider would grace his back again
Gentle hands never to stroke his mane
Things would never be as they had been
The thought of hay and water disappeared
Simple pleasures crushed with collapsing knees
Memories of galloping in meadows so green
Lost forever beneath the towering trees
The sound of battle had been exciting at first
Distant cousins amassed both front and back
The desire to please engaged at the bridle
A thousand horses seeking to lead the mounting attack
No warning came to signal the ending
Just the release of reins once held tight
The liquid warmth came not from the heavens
Neither horse nor rider would see this night
Yet the horse knew he’d soon be reunited
A missing soul urging him to rise so high
Greener pastures now visible in the distance
Eternity awaits all who fall and die
