These are REALY old, so don't expect much of them. I wrote them when i was about... umm... wait, I know this... Oh, maybe not. Well it was about 11 to 12 years of age that I wrote these.
The Ice Horse
there once was a horse
who was wild and free
he was white as the clouds
with eyes blue as the sea
one autumn day
while walking through the wood
he looked to the left
and there a woman stood
as soon as he saw her
he new she was bad
she looked evil and mean
even a little bit sad
she slowly aproached
with a rope in her hand
the horse backed away
then started to trot
he new if he didnt
then he would be caught
he ran and he ran
as fast as he could
but the woman kept up,
running did no good!
he ran on for weeks
and so did his pursuer
as the leaves on the trees
grew fewer and fewer
as the colors of autumn
turned into the colours of winter
he finnaly had to stop
because his hooves began to splinter
the woman halted
where the horse had
she tiredly threw
the rope over the horse who was sad
he knew now
that his freedom was lost
as he looked at his body
it started to frost
he looked at the woman
who grinned an evil grin
he suddenly felt cold
and his head began to spin
he looked at his body
it was now made of snow
his could no longer feel
as the wind began to blow
his eyes frosted over
till he could no longer see
he could not move
he could not flee
as everything went black
the woman laughed
he could no longer think
but still knew it was witchcraft
when the woman saw
her work was done
she removed the rope
when came up the sun
she ran far away
with no remorse
for the spirit she broke
for the lovely white horse
so still to this day
the horses soul
is encaged in an icy prison
by the magic of old
HaHa. I found this one a few weeks ago that I had forgotten about.
black or blue
are my colors true
but i may also have a red or orange hue
in my grip i hold the sun
so little kids may have some fun
in my other more darkened hand
i hold the moon over the land
as the bright stars cover my dress
all the children dream of having school less