Come hither to my gallows,
She gallops, in leaps and bounds,
Like a virgin, snow white, purity proclaimed,
Uneven the streets tread,
Harbored between, two deep wells,
Stone, rubble, pieced together with precision,
Her voice echoes,
Pain on harmony,
Beauty on vanity,
She is the angel,
The soldier and steed.
©Ashley Leslie 2013
