A black horse in the wind. A silver helmet reflects the sun. A man with both, returning from war. Find who you left. Find her you must. When you do, look in her eyes. Tell her this. Tell her you must. This is no fairy tale. by Joe Froeter2007
A black horse in the wind. A silver helmet reflects the sun. A man with both, returning from war. Find who you left. Find her you must. When you do, look in her eyes. Tell her this. Tell her you must. This is no fairy tale.
by Joe Froeter2007
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