Lucy@Cyber-Tiger.freeserve.co.uk

A thousand tears fall from steely skies

Over the bloodied dust where horses lay

A roll of booming thunder cries

Over the tarnished clay

A thousand mourners bearing arms

March on inside his head

Their cries testament to the deed

That lay 34 horses dead

Gravestone-grey buries the blue

The sky knows something's wrong

The rolling thunder grows louder, closer

A thousand hoofbeats strong

The storm is twisting into mountains

The wind is screaming his name

Icy tears stab at the ground

The rain knows who's to blame

Mouths open like the jaws of death

Piston-legs churning the ground

The horses of the night roar past

Without making a sound

In a scream of sweat and blood and tears

And a fear born of guilt

The murderer rises from his sleep

A thousand bloodied tear-drops spilt