In the gaze of the other

"My mistress' eyes are nothing…"

White Horse Bride

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A daugher, a horse and her father
danced the lands of long and wide.

Hers were the steps of wan beauty
chaste and coveted centuries deep.

Her suitors at the foot of her father
poured the gifts of grain and steed.

Only one chosen the other pursued
fated to follow a white horse fleeing.

Two promised galloping to the rise
fly mountain top steeple to an altar.

And there the arrows reached true
both slain by jealous pride enduring.

A white horse exchanged for a bride
betrayed their sullen chase in hiding.

So bride-spirit inhabits equine prairie
to roam a world turned rage and fury.

  

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