Headlong we rush, abandon our steed.
Slack reigns, carelessly held, fear packed away with only shirt tails peeking from our saddle bags.

Each cross road a blur, fences and streams mere hesitations, no, hesitate no more!
Onward abandon, reckless is just around the bend! His head start diminishing with each clack of the hoof, cli-clack, cli-clack, cli-clack!! Ha, Ha,Ha!
No more, on to a lather, on I say.
Headlong into this night!
Cold it may have been, now it is but ambivalence.

No pause at the post, no respite at the village square! Reckless is in site, no match for abandon!
The pace to fast, Ha,Ha,Ha!
He is ours, a stride maybe four, then there is no cold, not warmth, rain, or shine, only headlong we rush!