Aois Dana Rhiannon
My imagination is a horse
She gallops the plains of Heaven
Across a sky full of sunlight and angels.
She weaves the woods of Faerie
Through a forest full of shadows and Sidhe
She stamps the depths of Hell
Past a valley full of darkness and demons
She is my horse and I can guide her,
But she is a horse and she can fight me,
In the plains of Heaven, the woods of Faerie, the depths of Hell,
To ride her takes courage,
Neither is easy -- especially if she's thrown you.
And I will ride where my horse may take me.
Created: November 20, 1997
Last updated: March 19, 1998
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