Escape to Freedom
Written for Poetry Month
Trying to escape to his sweet land, the prince gallops fast on his trusted horse that can surely take him far away from his enemies reach and into his own land where his people wait for his safe return.
Riding on a horse, speeding through the woods,
Galloping riding faster and faster,
As fast as my steed could,
Dodging, ducking, branches high and low,
Seeking to escape into the valley below.
I can hear more galloping from behind,
Horses hooves steadily grind,
The faster I go, the faster I’m chased,
By my enemies in a growing pace.
The strong wind speeds up fast,
Blowing sand in powerful blasts,
Blinding my eyes blurring my sight,
Wind blowing as if in real spite.
I have to go just a stretch more,
Faster than the wind for sure,
I can hear echoes of voices below,
Friendly voices not strangers or foes.
The rumblings grow louder,
Then steadily fades,
Enemies see that I am home,
In my very own place.
In my kingdom now I firmly stand,
Where people are mine in this land,
My people are all ready to fight,
To save their king, from his plight.
Now I am safe, in my own land,
On firm grounds bereft of sand,
In my kingdom my very own place,
Among my people in kind embrace.