Pale Horse - Ashton Nyte

Riding out across the past

His body’s got no more

Pale Horse in the distance

And the devil’s at the door

She was just a child

When she let the curtain call

Down on disillusion

He’s got nowhere else to fall

He’s beating on a broken mind

And waiting to let go

But it’s fifteen hours to survive

And it’d fifteen below

Writing out the story

Words have little point these days

Years of lost confessions

Standing at her early grave

She was like a mystery

Not ever yet revealed

Scarecrow in the corridor

Pale Horse in the field

He’s beating on a broken mind

And waiting to let go

But it’s fifteen hours to survive

And it’d fifteen below

He wants to keep the past alive

He needs her ghostly glow

Wasting the light