Took an amble through the countryside.
Saw the hills climbing over the landscape.
Appearing as the humps of a dark dragon.
Or maybe a sea monster.
The dusk edges the hills.
They spill over the lumpy landscape.
**
The evening copse hides sorcery.
The magic of the night.
Took a silent peep.
In the brushwood hid the equine form, edged with silver glow.
Slight in build.
A single twisted horned beast shivered.
It scrapes the floor with it's front hoof.
Flicking the night with it's mane.
**
You move to the side.
Oh hell there's a rock.
You trip.
It's aware of your presence.
Whoosh, off into the night a silent blaze in the dark.
**
That lump on the side of your head hurts so much.
Even to the softest touch.
Or was it really there at all?
**
Morning came.
The dew fell.
Marching rambler came across a distressing sight.
Had he been there all night?
In silence he slipped away.
(C) Livvi
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 5:18 PM UTC
Took an amble through the countryside.
Saw the hills climbing over the landscape.
Appearing as the humps of a dark dragon.
Or maybe a sea monster.
The dusk edges the hills.
They spill over the lumpy landscape.
**
The evening copse hides sorcery.
The magic of the night.
Took a silent peep.
In the brushwood hid the equine form, edged with silver glow.
Slight in build.
A single twisted horned beast shivered.
It scrapes the floor with it's front hoof.
Flicking the night with it's mane.
**
You move to the side.
Oh hell there's a rock.
You trip.
It's aware of your presence.
Whoosh, off into the night a silent blaze in the dark.
**
That lump on the side of your head hurts so much.
Even to the softest touch.
Or was it really there at all?
**
Morning came.
The dew fell.
Marching rambler came across a distressing sight.
Had he been there all night?
In silence he slipped away.
(C) Livvi
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