A Pallid Moon

Hoof beats...palpitate and pound, A sudden rush...rapidly...rushes by. Leaving overturned leaves in a swirling...whirl. Pursuers...persistently follow the tainted...trail. A Magnesian...mare crosses his mind, A debt of dreadful...death woefully bestowed. Death...the debt to breed on forbidden lands. Centaurus relentlessly...races his hurtles. Leaving his luscious...love behind. He’s a Chiron...Centaur at heart, A masculine...defined...toned...torso, Merged at the waist of a horse wither, Where a horse's neck should...solely be. Being chased for besetting and breeding, A pallid moon illuminates a fast paced night. With a timid...terrified look over his shoulder, A fearless heart...fears the approaching masses. He not only reaches the edge of Magnesia, But the edge of a cavernous...cliff. Caught...trapped...lodged between two natures (Half-human...Half-animal) (His hunters...the bottomless cliff) Thoughts race his mind...mixed reflections. Flooded by a montage of frolicking memories. Of a bond not meant to be...destined to not exist. A desperate attempt to fight extinction, To successfully mate with a Magnesian mare. He searches his soul for strength and with his muscular arms he quickly unsheathes his weapon, Raising his Chiron...steel sword in cold...defense. A fatigued heart...a fierce...fight ensues without fear. Ferociously...fighting to the death paying his debt. A Chiron heart slain by a legion of Lapithaeian hate, For a sole attempt to live...to simply breed again, On the forbidden lands of Mount Pelion, He faced...fate with its’ risks of death, Under a Thessalien sky...illuminated by a pallid moon. For the one beckoning notion called love.