The Basilic Forest

She’s somebodies daughter
But a black horse brought her here
Through her arms he bought her
She smiles over her fear
He releases an impatient blow
This wooden door can’t defend her
It will soon be time to go
But she’s older than I remember
Tar in the Basilic forest blocks out any sun
But in the dark it’s easy to forget what we have done
Black beauty gives a second blow
It’s been too long since our last ride
The racetrack aches, but now we know
It’s not killing what’s inside
One raft and two or three days in all
We can run for but so long
The horse picks us up when we fall
And although we know it’s wrong
Tar in the Basilic forest blocks out any sun
But in the dark it’s easy to forget what we have done
Rising waves crash new low
It’s more than she can allow
Undertow and here we go
Nothing can touch her now

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