Painted Horse

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
A facet of death

Submitted: September 09, 2015

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Submitted: September 09, 2015



On sand-stone hooves he flies

defying life itself with his magnificent leaps and bounds.

Agile as the nimblest deer, majestic as the most regal hawk,

and wilder than all the predators under the stars.


this untamed mustang reaper has many facets.

Beating is his most compassionate heart

deeper than the deepest well and stronger than any rock.

Gentlest with those afraid, tenderest with those souls wounded,

he brings with him the scents of babys-breath and dew in the morning.

He stands still as the trees and silent as the grass, head up,

watching and waiting from the tallest hill.

If it were,

he would stand as such until time ended……

but it was not to be.

With a raspy scream the crow

took wing in the dusky, glitter-dusted sky.

Great darkness sprang from beneath his wings,

darker than the night as it covered horizon to horizon.

The stallion ducked his mighty head and blew softly through his delicate nostrils,

the sound that of the softest wind through the grass.

His sand-stone hooves beat an invincible tempo through the very fabric of time;

thu-thump, thu-thump, thu-thump.

He was a creature outside of time, yet he seemed to push time before him,

chaos and anarchy in his wake.

His strides were frightful in their velocity, powerful in their strength

but shuffled with an amazing grace and effortlessness.

The muscles beneath his two-painted velvety coat bunched with vigor and stamina,

long strands of luxurious mane and tail blew in the fierce winds.

His enormous strides take him farther and farther,

closer and closer.

And when finally the crow threw up his wings,

his strides slowed, the scent of babys-breath and dew filling the air.

But throughout it all

his eyes shone more intensely than any sun or star or moon in this world,

seeming to see everything in your soul.

Seeming to never blink, his ink-black eyes sparkled brightly.



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