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The drumming of Ides of March
could be heard from the horizon,
as faceless horses galloped in fiery glow,
making the horizon look as though it was
an earth's carpet, rolling back to it's cradle
in celestial flames.
"You started the fire!" they blamed each other.
Each one of them had a flame hidden in their pockets;
the flames were only hot if they left their owner's grasp.
The flames fed on the thoughts and emotions of their masters.
When the flames grew too big for their pockets,
they were released like fiery doves to the skies,
only to merge with other flames,
creating a fiery army more vicious than the Four Horsemen
of the Apocalypse!
Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2017