Xanthus

The stranger rode into town
On a bulletproof steed,
On a horse that could speak
And foretell future events,
On a horse that understood
The concept of mortality
Although it could never die,
On a horse of great empathy
That would cry salty tears
For its master's tragic loss.

And yet,
Somehow,
The townsfolk
Only ever cared
About some crude
Horse-shaped pile
Of repurposed wooden planks.

"Xanthus"
©2020 Greg R. Fishbone

Navigation

Automedon with the Horses of Achilles
"Automedon with the Horses of Achilles" (1868) by Henri Regnault (1843–1871)
Title "Xanthus"
Date Published May 20, 2020

About the Site


Comments

Please Login in order to comment!
Powered by World Anvil