Four horsemen will not ride tonight
a cowboy sang to the lone and yellow stars
I imagined it this way
a night he could not rest, a Christmas Eve
and the steeds are restless
and the cattle moan
as if they expected
the worst snows ever
the blizzards of millenial proportions.
Four horseman may not ride tonight
he sings to the velvet shadows
from his soul
the one of woe, the one that splits the skies
the one of disastrous enterprise
the one of sundering flame
sweet Jesus looking down
remember my refrain and
turn them down another road
and take from us this heavy load
who roam and guard
your Plains.
lest the bitter world
remain.
mary angela douglas 8 july 2017
a cowboy sang to the lone and yellow stars
I imagined it this way
a night he could not rest, a Christmas Eve
and the steeds are restless
and the cattle moan
as if they expected
the worst snows ever
the blizzards of millenial proportions.
Four horseman may not ride tonight
he sings to the velvet shadows
from his soul
the one of woe, the one that splits the skies
the one of disastrous enterprise
the one of sundering flame
sweet Jesus looking down
remember my refrain and
turn them down another road
and take from us this heavy load
who roam and guard
your Plains.
lest the bitter world
remain.
mary angela douglas 8 july 2017
