Riding
Riding
Horseman
Whither go?
It
Be
Night
In
The
Marshes
You
Ride
Then
Towards
The
Sea
The
Rocks
Heavy
Grey
In
The
Moon’s light
Then
Off
The cliff’s
Hideous
Edge
You
Fly
Into
Kingdoms of Fading
Mirrors turning
Turning sly
Turning
Turning
Turning
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