Fields of Stone

Alone I ride through stoney fields.
The hoofs my pride, no shoes to shield;
Through these waste lands of mine, to the mountains ahead,
Past swamps left behind from the tears I've shed.

The winds my guide: to no path I yield,
But take in stride the pain it wields.
From a cloudless sky the rain falls still,
Petrified as my force of will.

Craddled by Darkness, the final companion
For the lost and heartless that love abondoned.
Now I ride, with him alone; grinding my pride
On these fields of stone...

 

Ooh wow, thats nice.

I like the way the words flow.

 

nice

 

That's really nice. It could be longer though.

 

Thanks guys need input, write for my self but like others to see it to

realy? It is short but it coverd my point. Past present and future. my view on non-conformity and athority, (can't spell by the way) fear of a none advancing life and the momory of a truly broken heart. I ussualy never go more then 4-6 stanzas at 4 to five lines each. And if its all one body, never more then 3/4 of the page

 

Oh I really like it! Great job!