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Damned
 
Stampeding destrier
racing wild
and riderless
with plundered prize
from ever-rising battlements
sluicing blood
always
to hell.
 
But chained now
impotent
a feeble paw upon the stone
a muffled neigh
a final stumbling ride
into oblivion, dragging down
into that muted chasm
only Time’s lost echoes
of the primal joust
 
when no false stone restrained the rush
that shook the footless shore
when only the ancient eagle
gliding high
heard the sound of the savage
stripping flesh
from off the hardened bones
of the Old One’s
magnificent innards.
 
Carolyne Butler
(Copyright © 2000)