Faye Sizemore

WEARY RIDER

I have seen you before
Remember you from days of yore
With your thunder steed of steel
Riding on fates’ wheel
Outrunning the Devil
Trying to idle on the level
Your leathers protect you from the rain
But there is no shelter from the pain
Only endless lonely miles
Remembering buddies smiles
And cries in the battles’ heat
When fate and steel did meet
Weary Rider, there is no peace in your speed
And you know, Peace is what you need
You can race five-hundred miles, lost in time and space
Then dismount, dazed, finding yourself in the same place
Come, rest forever in our neighborhood
Sheltered in this place called brotherhood.

Author’s Note: For “The Spider”