snow falls silently down to the forest floor
sharp air pierces the lungs
and the night is all consuming
his empty eyes gaze into a forgotten world
a world much brighter than this one
a world of people led away by a false promise
his bronze exterior gleams no more
like cathedrals and their shining interiors gleam no more
he decays a long with the time from which he came
covered in vines and defaced by revolution
his sword pointing up towards the stars overhead
dim lights hanging in a sea of black
charging forward but the horse stands still
locked in a world frozen in ice