Thursday, March 24, 2011
i rode out on a dark horse all dressed for battle in my finest. upon my head a hammered crown of poured gold that was burnished with jewels of glory. as i came upon her i bowed my horses mane to show that i came for her. with nod and a whisper i reached down and extended my right hand. take hold my child i said as i lifted her up upon my saddle made of spanish leather. she exposed her wine colored gloves for the very first time as she took hold of my waist and leaned her head on my shoulder. the dark horse reared his head high in triumph as to show his approval as i rode off with this grand lady.