A spring in his walk,
Confidence to earths end
Clip clop, clip clop
Galloping thy chariot\'s felloe
Old sun scorch
Dusty road coarsen
Off he waltzes
Till death the sea scent
Echoes plague the core
Empty, untenanted by love
Grey skies gazing
Upon archaic skeletons,
Cradling a grief-stricken heart