The Horseman Stands Waiting -

The child sits dazed in her own blood and faeces

unsure of what has happened

she brings a soiled hand up to her face

her degredation no longer a pallid place.

The horseman stops for her

Standing tall on a grassy mound

just outside, a little way off.

Slowly it dawns why the horesemen ride

as he looks at her with tender eyes

She had wanted to stay, had meant to

but somewhere too deep she knows

the world is full of atrocities, unthinkables

the mess in which she sits, her own.

The horseman waits patiently.

He will not go now, she understands

And she can stay no longer here

there is nothing left, no love, no fear

and she must go.

Somewhere unattached, she sits before him

as they ride out into a world unknown

she looks down upon her pale legs

to see them cleansed

and she sits alone.