A Message From A Courier

An errand boy,
a courier,
he dashes through
the trees.

Broken,
baren.
They are all,
that he sees.

The rain,
splash splash.
It weighs down,
all of his thoughts.

His horse,
her heart begins.
Stumbling,
and tumbling.

Falling off,
The horse,
she will not,
can not come back.

As the rain,
it darkens,
all of his sight.
Mind soon the same.

"They must,
they must have it.
The message,
the letter."

Through the storm,
he walks,
as the storm.
Something lay cold.

A child,
a light.
He could not,
be sure.

it's pulse,
as steady,
as the rain.
"No More!"

The corpse,
broken.
He brings it.
A message added.

The receiver,
in view.
The message,
reads "Obituary".

[kinda all improve, thought of "The Tell-Tale heart" When I wrote this. The man kinda goes insane. (think of the horse as a girl and the road or path he is walking as life.)]