The Brahman trampled by
I thought she’d surely die
But up from salted sands
A wild rose there stands
Cloud of dust at dusk
Horns and hides of rust
Brey and sprint and ******
Stampede in breach of trust
She stood before them tall
Her will to still them all
I saw her stand, and fall
Amid their hooves, ragdoll
I thought her gone; undone
An angel death had won
Then up from salted sands
My wild rose then stands
She grins, and slaps her hands
And chases down her brands
Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 1:18 PM UTC
The Brahman trampled by
I thought she’d surely die
But up from salted sands
A wild rose there stands
Cloud of dust at dusk
Horns and hides of rust
Brey and sprint and ******
Stampede in breach of trust
She stood before them tall
Her will to still them all
I saw her stand, and fall
Amid their hooves, ragdoll
I thought her gone; undone
An angel death had won
Then up from salted sands
My wild rose then stands
She grins, and slaps her hands
And chases down her brands
A scene from my pal's comic book world
