Date Posted:23:24:04 11/09/02 Sat Author: White Gold Subject: *Old stallion.*
*Snowy stallion stands at the edge of the sea, gazing across the ocean to the horizon. His eyes were sunken, his ribs were showing, and his back was swayed. He had been one of the first here, now he would be the last to go. His mares had deserted him, and now he would desert himself. As he strode to the top of his lookout dune, his joints clicked with the arthritis that had claimed them in the recent months. The beautiful stallion reared up one last time, screaming a goodbye to his progeny who were still living, lay down in the sand, closed his eyes for the last time, and breathed his last. Should his mares return they would find him dead, having lived until the old age of 20. The white stallion that had claimed the firey beauty that was Flame, who had sired twins, who had befriended the other steeds, was now dead. The wind played with his lifeless body, tresses and banner waving in the breeze. His final cry still echoed around him. His last goodbye.*
