Ghost Rider
When the moon is new and casting little light
as the wind whispers through the leafy trees
and millions of tiny pin prick stars light the sky
this is the time you will hear hooves on the breeze
The ghost rider follows the trails ever searching
no fearsome ghost this, just a poor sad lost soul
ever hunting for his lady who's life was cut short
snatched from him in fullness of life by illness
He haunts the places they used to walk together
no peace or rest for him when the moon is new
his steed once fiery now plods tired of the journey
tied together to this mortal coil of loss and regret
Yet each spring solstice together they are seen
their horses galloping towards one another
and once more they ride and stroll the paths
lovers now again reunited in joyful passion
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