My Dark Night Horses

Some shackle their nightmares
I set freedom to my steeds
Shoeing them with light iron
Granting higher scale and faster speed

In the darkness of their hour
These roof top guardians stand their watch
Awaiting sounds of falling dreams
Revisiting what was lost

In flight they search for traces
And remnants of lost souls
Left along the gutters edge
Of a thousand cities paved in gold

Recording the names and faces
Those marked as Satan’s dead
My mares note each and every birthmark
And the dreams they nightly dread

By dawn my steeds returning
With the lost hope of countless years
Filling my morning cup overflowing
With faces crying unheard tears

This quill bleeds the vessel
Writing each name upon a list
Of daily prayers to be recited
For all these weary quests

My scrolled task in order
Prayers for nameless hearts unfed
I thank my dark night horses
And send them to their bed

I thank my dark night horses
And send them to their bed


bkmackenzie
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