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A horseman and his steed go on an ill-fated journey to the forest. |
With his steed the horseman comes up the craggy hills — up those grassy hills. With the man the steed does run fast to the forest land — to the unknown land. But man and horse, they hardly know where the hills will lead them to. The horseman sees a dog on foot and shoots it in the head — in the dog’s angry head. The dog, unfazed, kept its pursuit to bite the horseman’s leg — the horseman’s bony leg. The horseman, still, refused to fall onto the dirty ground — the taken, well-tread ground. He and his steed sleep well tonight atop their makeshift beds — their crooked, straw-made beds. The dog does keep itself in wait with hunger in its eyes — the beady, vicious eyes. The horseman, who could not have known that he and horse were not alone. The sun, bright white, on land does shine its rays onto the sea — the abyss of the sea. The horseman rose as did the sun though blood poured from his leg — his burden of a leg. Horseman went to mount his steed; beside them walked the dog — the greedy, ragged dog. Horseman fell onto the rocks when the dog attacked the steed — the faithful, fragile steed. The steed did fall below the man onto the jagged rocks — the steep fall of the rocks. The dog reflects, its face content, on what it had just done — what it’d again done. Man and steed, a long way down go underneath the sea — the abyss of the sea. The forest to which they tried to go does remain untouched — eternally untouched. |