Steed On Fire
I held the reins tightly of the dark steed
His strength and power unlike any other
I had ever ridden upon. I kicked his flanks
And motioned him to jump the ravine a
Sparse expanse of space for which his stealth
And vigor would most certainly propel us to the
Other side. He snorted loudly the haze of his nervousness
And his sidestep gait unsure of his own power. But
Again I kicked his flanks and pulled hard on the reins we charged
The ravine as if entering a invisible battle. Thwarting the
Enemies bullets and swords faster as if a fre were behind us.
The Steed charged forward and arched his front legs leaping into
The air as if a gazelle. We were one, in that instant molded in a moment
Of time flying over the thunderous crashing river and boulders below.
As gracefully as he had leaped we landed. The Steed covered in white froth
And sweat. But we were across the wide expanse and alive.
Copyright © Kelli White | Year Posted 2016
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