Wishmaster

I wrote this about 11 years ago when I was 15. My poetry was much darker then....

Wishmaster, Wishmaster...
Where are you hiding..
Flying through the night on the dark horse you're riding.
Grant me my wishes...
Grant me them now
If given what asked for
to you I shall bow
Ride like the wind to get where you're going
The mare guides the way to where you aren't knowing.....
Wishmaster, where are you?
My soul feels degrating...
To me you shall ride... for my wishes are
waiting