Who Will Ride?
Her father commands,
“You won’t see him tonight.
He’s just not our kind,
We just don’t think he’s right.”
As the night comes down,
And she looks around,
Quiet hooves on the ground.
Who will ride?
The town hall collapsed,
In a steeple of flame.
Nothing left will stand,
The fire official proclaimed
At his ancestral plot,
Uncle Benjamin thought,
Should a refuge be sought?
Who will ride?
At last he says no,
And tells her that she lied.
Tears the day never saw,
Now freely flow from his eyes.
He’ll feel her no more,
And she’ll kiss him no more,
And she’ll hurt him no more,
Yet he’s paused at the door.
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