Soilder Of Plight

The soldier of plight
In a plagued night
Not a single soul at sight
Rode against the crescent moon
Can he see the cacti bloom?
Can he see the other side of doom?
Dug his hand in the cold sand
Enslaved by his feelings at hand
Dug deeper to dig a hole
To walk at night and free his soul
Dug deeper and deeper through layers so low
Walked into blackness as darkness was through
Screaming to come out again
He signaled his horses reign
Who pulled hard to free him out
And he did without doubt
The soldier came out with immaculate wisdom
Fell at the horse’s feet, which he did seldom
And all the answers came with a thud
Kissed his horse as he jumped up
Left his devilish thoughts in the hole
To light came back his soul
Far away at the horizon
A thousand colors from a prism
Dancing angels green and red
Rode the soldier of plight
Away from the plagued night
With angels and cupid souls at sight
Rode against the crescent moon
He could see the cacti bloom