The Four HorseLadies Of the Light
They stand in the shadows of the creatures of drakness
They stand in the shadows of the legends
They are not legends, never metioned at all
They are memories from a time that never existed
But yet they are so real
Even though they stand in the shadow of the Horsemen
They are always in the light
They are always needed
When the wise are more precious than the warrior
When the Horsemen turns to them with hurt and despair
They get weaker, but are reastrength by their own weakness
And they will fight back
1996 © Ingvild Gregersen
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