Night Mare by Jonas Hyde Twilight steed, with hooves of passion and fear, she pulls the carriage of my dreams, into the imprisoning field of torment and denial. Stallion of my eve, she ne’er comes ‘pon my whistle, instead timing her gait for when my soul is weary, shrouded in the darkness of life’s...
Classical Narrative Poetry and Episodic Storytelling
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