the horse racing to greet dawn coated in sweat cold winter night chases his riders desperation into the pathless night chases his kindred's dream to fly across the trackless predawn light to be swifter than the wind to be as effortless as the burning sun to be as fast as dreams
pushing himself he knows his rider must flee knows the men with knives give chase know he will perish with this rider if he does not reach the dawn before them if he does not ****** destiny from them that chase pushing harder and harder mile and another mile, another mile
his thoughts are for the lazy pasture that he calls home for the dance of sun and hooves the cool cool water on a hot day the sweet taste of fresh oat and meal his mare beside him the colt they had borne his warm home so many miles behind
now he races along the breaking edge of dawn each stride his weariness ties to master him yet his riders desperation pushes him onward now he races against his mortal endurance now he races against his dying breath
the men with knives seem immortal they draw ever closer the danger of them grasps at his every stride the horror of them breaths on his tail now he races against his mortal endurance
beyond any thought but to flee as the dawn breaks, he slips into darkness stumbling he fights his way forward fighting to take another stride rider and fear forgotten now as he falls to the cold earth but his spirit runs faster than wind but his spirt swifter than dreams his spirit free now to a forever pasture of peace and sun
a horse will run itself to death for the love of its rider