So beings a tale,
Of a lonesome midnight rider,
Who partnered with 
The midnight gale,
And never met
The Latter.

Oh so long,
Had he been gone,
He scarecly knew the day,
Tired was he,
Who rode along,
With not a song to play.

Years went past, 
The man strode on,
Eager to meet his love,
Whom he had travelled
So long and hard,
Never forgetting her touch.

Finally,
The daylight came,
The rider met his bride,
A ghastly day,
Of mostly black,
For she had met the tide.

And so the rider,
Galloped off,
Along his lonesome way,
Partnered with,
The midnight gale,
Never to see the day.

2: II

So begins a tale,

Of a loveley bride in white,

Who sat alone,

And grew so pale,

Never feeling the light.

 

She’d waited long,

For him to come,

He never was that near,

She grew numb,

And sang her song

Year after year.

 

 

He had left,

So long ago,

She’d left him with embrace,

Hoping that,

He’d be back soon,

Never forgetting her face.

 

The years went past,

She sat alone,

And when the daylight came,

She saw him riding,

Up the road,

She let out her last exclaim.

 

And so she went,

Into the light,

Innocent and alone,

With no one there,

To acompny her,

As the wind had blown.

3: III

The rider went,

And he grew old,

Eventually saw his time,

Trickling down,

The grains of sand,

He had sen his prime.

 

The rider never lost,

The sight

Of his once beloved,

He never forgot,

The touch he’d felt,

When her fingers were ungloved.

 

He lay now,

Upon his bed,

Nowhere else to go,

A sad lifes end,

Had stuck him there,

Just as time had flowed.

 

When the light,

Came calling in,

His eyes glittered with tears,

For beside his bed,

Was the one he’d loved,

Even after all the years.

 

She grabbed his wrist,

From another land,

And carried him through the glow,

And finally,

They were at peace,

Their souls were set aglow.