Ghostwriter

He has the heart of a horse.
Deep thinker that’s says little ,
Tormented with words by force,
Knighted eyes, wide and brittle.

What he knows is what he knows .
Unconcerned of razor sharp mouths
Choked by reality shows ,
Too sane to defend life droughts .

Of him we know very little –
Mad writer clothed in white ,
Long faceless man that loves the night .
He has the heart of a horse.

Miidong