Across the Fire
by M. H. Peebles, III
And I saw her ride across a field of fire
And I swear she flew across that field of fire
Does she really know my hearts desire
Never be close to her heated spire
She cries within for those she lost
She stands so tall because of the cost
Honor she calls to fill her soul
Or death within her heart will extol
She took no notice of the fire around
She leaned on over so close to the ground
And caught in arm the lost boy of Roan
Flying through the fire on a horse called Stone
