Twas early in the morning.
Right before my eyes at sunrise.
There was this gypsy lady at the shore.
She was going to ride a silver horse.
What beauty in the early morning light.
Upon the horse she sat so regal as off they went.
Up and down the beach front.
With out a care as raced with the wind.
The water was a splashing up and down,
Where the hoofs did touch.
On into the morning it was like a game.
Like the horse had a fire in it's heart.
Then a wolf came running out from no where.
Across the dunes they left in a hurry.
Not once again have they been seen.
Author notes
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A contest entry
- Picture Contest (fantasy) by Faded Existence.
1000 points, ended January 25, 16 entries
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Comments
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I liked this... it's so mysterious. Mystical. Like, something a little girl would imagine you know... but was so real to her. Idk maybe I sound crazy but I really liked this! Thank you so much for you entry and good luck!
-Faded
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