Carelessly

Riding rather carelessly

On a horse named Death.

Traipsing through meadows

When a storm approached.

I jumped off to grab a drink from the stream.

 

Death began running feverishly towards home

When everything and everyone ran out of its way.

Nothing wants to get in the way of Death.

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