The Stallion Storm

29.03.06

….On the hushed page of sound, ignored by men,
A low shuddering rumble was sketched, and then-
From some world beyond where the sun doth set
Out leaped a handsome equine silhouette:
A sable stallion- and a thousand behind,
Up from the melting horizon’s sigh
Arose, foreboding, into frowning sky.

Tempestuous, snorting foggy flame,
Row after row, raging they came.
Then downward, through the darkness sped.
Hoofs resounding upon thunderhead
Sparked purple flares of jagged light:
Night- the world’s eyelid- unfurled,
Flaunting a fleeting and spectral world.

Down with the rushing winds they roared,
Down from the sombre clouds they poured
Into the sea with the thundering rains,
Tossing their streaming, foam-flecked manes.
Black like the funereal firmament,
Black in the night; with the heaving swell-
Black as the sea, they rose and fell.

Hour after stormy hour the stallions raved,
Until, aweary, they could rave no more.
Then slow and silent, into mist dissolved,
Leaving faint hoofprints upon the shore…
And ere the herald of the coming morn,
A shimmer of tails- and they were gone.