Enderous

Canter forwards, for spurs in my sides I feel them again, over and over I change my stride to a gallop Racing dangerously across the course My rider swerves me between the trees I trust him, for that is all that I can do. Suddenly in the distance I see a solid meter rail I know that my rider is thinking the same, Easy pesy… But it is not! As we approach I run away, Rider barely has control He trusts me to keep him safe But letting me go was his mistake We approach, But don't care to prepare Our fault I take off, like an eagle But find that I have no wings My front hooves held lazily underneath My hind legs clip the

A shrilling neigh rang through the air, chilling my spine. Pushing Eclipse into a faster canter, I raced back through the woodlands heading home. With only the moonlight to guide me, it was a difficult task, but Eclipse was an expert and knew these woodlands by heart. My stunning buckskin Australian Stock Horse and I continued to canter, forever weaving through the thick trees. I could tell that Eclipse was getting tired, but I didn't dare let him slow, and I defiantly didn't let him stop. I nudged Eclipse in the ribs and yelled at him, making him go faster; slowly. After what felt like an age, I managed to get him to gallop. The neigh rang

The rain beats down outside, somehow rhythmically upon the tin roof. I watch it fail heavily from the black storm clouds above, I watch it land in a nonchalant pattern upon my window, I watch it as the droplets combine together and fall like a vertical stream upon the glass. Outside thunder rumbles profoundly across the sky and bright lightning flashes brilliantly everywhere. And as the world around me seems to cry, scream and explode in pain, I want to join it.           Forcing myself, I turn my back on the window. I don’t want to see the darkness outside anymore, nor do I want to see myself reflected on the glass.

She stood there, so still, as if she where a statue. Only her eyes showed any movement, dancing around. Her face demonstrated no emotion except for her eyes which where hazed and full of chaos. Tears welled up, overfilling and streaming down her cheeks, her heart was broken but only her dark grey eyes told the world that. She closed them and emotions overwhelmed her, breaking loose. Her whole body shuddered with each rasping cry and upon the third; she fell to the floor as is she had be completely snapped: broken. Her hands came up to her face and her nails dug in as she fought this emotion. Nobody noticed, and this is what seemed to kill he