The Hooves

Across the wintry 'scape did look,
My eyes, blue like crystal brook,
As mantle of fog and song of quail,
Set upon wood of elm, so frail.

Echoed through my heart, a drone,
The sound of hooves upon quiv'ring stone,
As breeze from distant mountain peak,
Fell upon Earth's cold, pale cheek.

River danced over lifeless bone,
And wind ran over empty throne.
Echoed through my heart, a drone,
The sound of hooves upon quiv'ring stone.