by Omar Persaud

Created on: December 09, 2008

THE DARK HORSE

One night,

I was riding along a dark road,

When I came across a dark grove,

And watched where there dark rose.

There were no thorns on this dark rose

That galloped near the tree line of an opaque sky,

Down by the vacant field

Where a lake dried.

Time had died in this place

Where the ground shakes

And the wind wisps around

In round shapes.

There was no pale horse on this course;

No four horsemen swinging swords

With great force...

There was only

One,

Dark,

Horse!

And she tore

Through the land

Like the hand

Of the Lord.

Left nothing standing

In her path

But death,

Destruction,

And gore.

My heart broke when the sun rose

And shun upon

What was left of the grove.

No birds sang,

No flowers bloomed,

No words came to explain

This feeling of gloom.

I looked over towards where

The old oak loomed

That lay splintered on her side

Like a shattered egg's yoke.

I felt as if there was no hope

As I walked over towards what was left

Of this great tree.

Watched my feet get entangled

In her twisted branches

And draped leaves.

I wondered if anything

Could have survived this dark fate

As I felt the sun's rays

Tickling the skin of my face...

And then I realized

That I,

Had escaped!

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