ingression is met as the heavens begin to cry; The soft breeze uplifting a single leave, tossing it into oblivation with-out a single word but -hush- , the midnight killer; the soft imprint of a horse hoof is found, round n' curved at the end, then it vanishes into the thickening mud, as if a ghost walks on earth. The Timbers rattle n' creek, and the tide ripples out swallowing the evening sun. Yet afore the last gleam o' luminary light fades the equus is seen standing tall, regal crown high, muscular breast puffed out, proudly; n' pendency flying so galently

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I Stand Perfectly Still, enjoying the cool liquid melting down my back, allowing the tricklets to drip round my small belly, Forming a pool directly below me. I raise my head, pride flowing with-in, yet I will be respectful when and if a more dominate equus. I cran My skull to peer at the equine, my bay coloured uniform soaked to almost onyx. I breathe in the damp air, filling my lungs with new life. Wonderment is felt, Sometimes i get along with others and sometimes i dont; Well this is no differnt; I feel myself start to move into the land..scent heavy with the blood of dominating steed