Two rode out that fateful day,
One on a black horse and one on grey.
The air was clear;
The sun shone bright,
But only one would ride back that night.
I watched from an empty stall
As the wind began a mournful squall.
Dusk drew near;
The sky bled red;
One came home and one lay dead.
Written for Fiction in a Flash #20.
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