Classic Poem

Child:

I ride to meet the globed moon tonight
A charger, swimming, through a snow-white rack,
The amber ring and spiritual blue.

Sister:

Beautiful child, the fairy steeds run wide
Upon their pasturage of broom, to seek
Immeasurable pools that rise and fall.

Child:

I ride to meet the orange moon tonight
A stallion, winged as I dare not tell.
I think his mane streams like an angry sun.

Sister:

Beloved of music. Pegasus flies free
And proud, with heroes; far from our dim earth
His hoofs are on the oriental hills.

Child:

And now the wind is carrying more high
My thistledown-light words so chill and high.
I ride tonight the pale horse they call Death.