Sylvia
To SylviaAriel’s hoofbeats poundingAlong the trail she fliesEscaping Hughes and heartbreakThe sorrow in her lifeAnd as the beast moves fasterHead down, she trusts her guideNo need to be seeingThat world go rushing byMane through fingers graspingLoins grip to the rideHolding onto sanityBy verses in her mindTogether they are movingTowards something, yet awayCreator of such beautyConquered by the pain.