Emma; Riding To His Death Poem by Kareem Azeez

In triumphant entry, Emma rode alone,
A tale of courage, split in-between,
With steady grace and mane like ebony,
He galloped forth, his fate he could not flee.

Through whispering woods and meadows fair,
This loyal horse carried him with care,
Yet deep within his soul, he knew the cost,
For Emma rode toward a destiny about to end

The skies above turned sad like a weeping gray,
As he approached the valley of dismay,
In every stride, his heart began to ache,
But he pressed on, no choice but to partake.

Through trials and woes, his strength did wane,
Yet Emma rode, undaunted by the pain,
To face his fate with courage in his breast,
To find his peace, in fate's cruel test. This Peace he yelled

With every heartbeat, time's thread did fray,
he felt the weight of life's impending sway,
In the valley's heart, my friends' journey found an end,
Emma rode to his death, a soul to mend.

The sunset low, painting skies with gold,
As Emma's tale, in history, was told,
A ride so brave, an epitaph of grace,
His legacy carved in the wind's embrace.

For Emma, forever ago....
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