It's cold outside a night; yet I am colder.
The year is very old; but I am older.
Of my phaeton pair, I must say the grey
has died today. Inside I am grey:
one horse down and I nearly broke my crown.
The dark stallion whinnied, both ears down:
dead love lay bloodied by a pistol ball.
What else could I have done? Such a bad fall!No longer will they tear me near in twain;
it is the dark one will direct again.
Now more sedate he seems, yet still in shock;
his coal flanks shiver as hooves click on rock;
with sharp anxieties his wide eyes rove;
yet he consents to bear me from the grove...................
*This is a mythology. No horses were shot. Just Love adying
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