A legend is told of

a little girl who rides

through the city at

night, and the shadows

reflect she is upon a

horse of white.

You can see her

lovely auburn hair

and a white gown

flowing in the air.

She has a beautiful

face and I understand

her name is Grace.

After she passes by

it is said to be found

she has dropped rose

petals on the streets

and the ground.

Who would believe such

a young girl would be

riding a horse at night,

but, how do you explain

the rose petals all

glistening in the light.

Is she really at

home sleeping, well

I don't have a clue,

but it's a lovely legend

and I for one prefer

to believe it is true.