Danielle N. Calhoun
THE RIDE
Wings flapping in the night,
The moon and stars her only light,
She glides above the forests and trees,
Looking for someone or so it seems.
She flies above the buildings she finds,
The winged beast who’s out this night,
Touching down on a terrace of gold,
At a castle made of stone.
Her footsteps heard by those inside,
They start to come out looking into the night,
Seeing her there they mount the steed,
With her silver mane and golden wings.
The princess and her prince sitting astride,
Taking this late night fantasy ride.
He holds her tight and close to his breast,
She lies in his arms hoping the ride never ends.
They soon return and the steed does leave,
To leave the prince and princess to dream.
©Copyright November 7, 2003 by Danielle N. Calhoun