The Horseman
The horseman travelled through the night
This was a tribute to his might
Across terrain both smooth and rough
He never seemed to have enough
His horse was strong and firm of foot
It was pure white with trace of soot
Always alert to twist and turn
Not a trick did it have to learn
The journey lasted for several days
But vigilant he remained in many ways
His purpose seemed forever there
And his intention did never wear
At last he reached his destination
The first sign of civilisation
Crowds did gather at his sight
Even though it was just light
A young woman did to him run
Not put off that he had a gun
The horseman was no more alone
Thankful that he was now home
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