Godiva's Anthem

Through the prairies they ride at large,
Faceless, black, and hollow souls,
On a quest to cease in surrender,
Her, who rides ahead,
Who bears the name,
Godiva of Excalibur.

She chants an anthem; a victory song,
Her struggle precious than the goal,
"If you've made it halfway," she echoes,
"You've already won, regardless of it all."

  

She races them ahead in chase,
They reach to grasp the manes of her stead,
Hoaxes try to hinder the trail,
She gallops ahead at lightning speed.

A social clock ticks at mighty speed,
Mocking birds cuckoo at milestones.
Godiva hears but one symphony,
That plays her anthem's mighty tunes.