[ INCOMPLETE ] |◩ The Carriage ◪| Across the ocean, Across mountains, Across many lands, And across many borders, The carriage comes, the carriage white. The carriage, which is white, Is driven by a man in white, A man in all white, It's face covered by a white shadow, A white shadow of his white hood. The carriage which is white, Is pulled by horses, whom are all white, Four horses, all white, Pulling an all white carriage, And driven by an all white driver. The carriage which is white, Is pulled with all white tack, All white tack on all white horses, Pulling the white carriage. The carriage came, The carriage, white, By all white steeds in all white tack, Driven by an all white driver, The carriage came, The carriage, white. The carriage stopped, the carriage white, It stopped in many places, For one day, For one night, The carriage stopped.
[ Writing and story by @spirhowI_stories ] [ Heavily inspired by the poem at the start of the Wingfeather Saga: At the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness ] [ Picture from Google ] [ Text in thumbnail made by me with cooltext.com ]
