Drifter Accursed
thrown back
amidst the liar's ruin
weathered with the reins
wrapped around his hand
pressed on
over dusk flooded fields
should it never lift
and drown the thistle
heard still
phantom hoovesteps pounding
as the drifter accursed
takes flight and is gone
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