Susan's Ride

Cutting through the wind,
Her long, golden hair flying behind her.
She rides like the fires of hell,
Are at her heels.

His eyes, oh his eyes!
Are the only thing haunting her,
This fair day.
And the only thing that will ever haunt her.

She urges the stallion forward.
The faster she goes,
The farther she runs,
From herself.

Mistakes are what makes us human.
She knows this,
But something else holds her back...
His eyes.

She slows to a trot and sighs.
Nothing can get her out of this,
Nothing in the whole world.
Even though she has hope.

But does it matter?
Not if she can spend one more night,
Lost, so very lost,
In his eyes.