Gallop's end......

                  Gallop's end......       No longer am I charged in rage like a stampede..Free like a Pegasus as I spread my wings..I am a Stallion in flight with my soul at ease..My winds of fortune are the most subtle of breeze..Not riding each other's winds of passion all purpose shall cease..Without our fury infused I am Rome falling to her knees..I am my own eyes of March watching not  to heed..A knife in my back in exchange.. Of one night able to show you show ecstasy how it should be..Even if its my last night left to breathe..Without any regret give it to me please.. ©Half PintSept.6, 2107

This poem is about: 
Our world