On and on through the wind and rain, a pony walks forward in silent pain.
No hope behind- no hope ahead, just a pointless journey through pain and dread.
The wind chills him to his core, the rain stings his eyes ever more.
With a final effort he gives up and cry’s… then drops to the ground and waits to die.
But life is tenacious it won’t let him go, the wind doth stop and the rain turns to snow.
Silent and pure the white flakes drift down, they cover the pony on the ground.
Sad and forlorn his heart beats on, in thoughts he dreams of just being gone.
Darkness finds him all too often, it’s a pattern that repeats… a tail of caution.
This journey’s familiar it comes and goes, as to when