White Lady

The deliverer rode in
high on his white horse
it's nose blazing.
He had trecked many miles
on his mission
for Lady Snow.

He should have been
weary from his fix
but he was numbed

He faced many perils
His own family tried stopping him
It's not worth your health
they had warned
But the White Lady had gone
past health, past family,
past reason.

She was his reason.
She made him feel important
She made him feel new strength
And instilled a new hunger in him
that only she could feed.
He wanted her always.
He needed her always.

But he could not have her always
And when she was snuffed out
He could not sleep, nor eat.
But he always found another Lady Snow.