Unicornlady Rides The Rose Mare

I was the pale rider.
She rode a rose mare.
At rush I was beside her.
We both found comfort there.

She used to ride unicorns.
I used to ride a donkey.
She had a flower of thorns.
I just had the monkey.

We both had separate rides.
We liked to ride together.
We talked of our wounded prides.
We rode in in-climate weather.

We talked of good times.
We shared some sweet tea.
We talked of bad times.
We shared some diet Pepsi.

Her hair was jet black.
Her eyes were dark blue.
Her scent was lilac.
Her face was a soft hue.