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V The Galloping Thing

by  The Walrus

Posted: Tuesday, September 30, 2003
Word Count: 172




The smooth brown skinned man
And the brown haired girl
Secured their spurs
And with shameless smiles
They mounted their fearless steeds

And with wild starry eyes
With outrageous audacious hearts
They took up the
Tantalising reigns of chance
Swinging their spirited beasts
Upon the random road
Towards kismet

And, buffeted by chafing winds
Deluged by face-rasping rain
They steered their chargers through
Wild lands of ecstatic experience
Secret forests of treasure
Across plains of pain
Through verdant valleys of pleasure

And, as they ploughed the driven way
As their steeds flared their nostrils
Steam rising from their flanks
They drove their horses harder
And faster
In the relentless race

And, as night withdrew his shadows
The riders approached the mountain
The last, arduous stretch
Before the final frontier

And they drove harder
And faster

And, as they reached the peak
Their mounts pulled up short
And as the dust settled,
All became still,
In reverence,
In humility.
The reckless riders smiled
As together they witnessed
The revelation of
The Defiant Dawn.