The Midnight Horse

by Regina

While still in the fragility of youth,
and upon my first major depression,
the Midnight Horse began his nocturnal visits,
handsome in his resplendence
with a solid ebony body and hooves of silver,
he prances into my dreams,
whinnies, and announces his presence,
as if to say, "I am here",
Some people with depression talk of the black dog,
yet mine is the Midnight Horse.

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