Above the haunting music,
and the banshee screeches of children;
My eye catches sight of the mysterious ponies.
The ones lunging, twirling, and spinning,
in a frantic loop around the circus tent.
Their muscles taught.
Eyes rolling in fear.
Lips pulled back in a terrified scream.
Or is it a frozen snarl?
A defiant sneer at the ones who would capture them?
And while I ponder it . . .
What sorcery was used to trap these mystical ponies?
And what dark arts aided in binding them?
It must have been painful,
That much can be seen in their arched necks
and wild faces.
Mouths gaping in a silent scream,
as they run ragged circles.
Trying to escape their enchanted prison.