| Damned |
| |
| Stampeding destrier |
| racing wild |
| and riderless |
| with plundered prize |
| from ever-rising battlements |
| sluicing blood |
| always |
| to hell. |
| |
| But chained now |
| impotent |
| a feeble paw upon the stone |
| a muffled neigh |
| a final stumbling ride |
| into oblivion, dragging down |
| into that muted chasm |
| only Time’s lost echoes |
| of the primal joust |
| |
| when no false stone restrained the rush |
| that shook the footless shore |
| when only the ancient eagle |
| gliding high |
| heard the sound of the savage |
| stripping flesh |
| from off the hardened bones |
| of the Old One’s |
| magnificent innards. |
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| (Copyright © 2000) |
