The Dark Horse

The Dark Horse long poem

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That pound of muscle beating so hard
Resolved to break every rib apart
Or die in its venture with no life after
Resounded the cage with a monstrous laughter

Beating as hard as it could the muscle
Sent into frenzy every cell in the skull
The cells in the skull in that agitated mode
Broke every moral and ethical code

Breaking into pieces every conduct and code
Destroyed that body a temple of that ghost.
Then the grieved body on that dark horse rode
Into a wilderness on that meandering road

And on that road pounding across
Rushed the dark horse upon that moss
Carrying that pound of muscle so fast
Into that new found freedom at last

Into the wilderness as it went
The pound of muscle began to rent
And as the darkness grew so cold
It engulfed that muscle in its fold

The dark horse galloped at a speed unknown
Disregarding the body now which was its own
The pound of muscle was all that it cared
The dark horse knew the truth which was bared

To save that pound of muscle was its cause
And so it flew without a pause
That muscle had to survive at any cost
Without which, all cause would be lost

And as the muscle began to rent
The brazen night with its clutches so bent
Aimed to annihilate that muscle to its grave
Froze the wilderness and the air to rave

But the dark horse firm on its flight
To save that muscle with all its might
Galloped upon that frozen air
Nothing could stop it upon its fare

Into the depths of the wilderness
As the dark horse galloped across
Mile after mile in that meandering maze
Until it lost, all that cause in that haze

And then as it dropped upon that moss
That pound of flesh laughed across
Blaming the horse for the torment it gave
It had caused to the flesh in its mission to save

It cursed the dark horse for its mission in vain
Wished it to die for giving it pain
With Hades to spend the life after.
That pound of muscle echoed its laughter

The dark horse turned, first red and then white
As each drop of blood froze with all its might
Each frozen drop as sad as could be
Burst into tears to form a bloody sea

As the life drained from the dark horse
Drop by drop upon the green moss
Angels of love descended to salute
The dark horse which had now turned mute

And each drop seemed to sing a praise
To the pound of muscle, its beauty to raise
Even in death the dark horse continued in its craze
It could not find anything other than praise

And then as the breath stopped in its way
The angel taking the soul away
It saw itself in a thousand parts
Methinks it had a broken heart

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Powerful imagery invokes living visuals. Wonderful command over language.


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