The Dark Horse

A sound shrieks through the desperate gloom and the
Man with tired eyes and ragged clothes looks up from his endless search for meaning in
The garbage bins.
His eyes close and his soul sees two figures dressed in in deepest black,
Holding the wishes of the world.
They ride a dark horse that speaks of desire, passion, and the destruction of war.
With hooves that split the ground with fear and delicious sensation.
Past skyscrapers they ride and watch as Death waves farewell,
His black hooded eyes shimmering with the peace of years.
The cloaked figures ride through the city and see people that
Glow with neon light and broken dreams.
Their florescent hearts ache for a ride on the magnificent darkness,
But the cloaked riders do not stop,
Only leaving a bit of glitter dust behind.
The people scream with relief and longing as the vision is branded to memory.
Merely wishing for a second glimpse.
The horse runs on and its riders begin to sing a haunting melody
That speaks of loss and hope.
Its sound makes even the Blessed angels cry out in Heaven above.
The song brings Earth to her knees, but they do not stop.
Their voices and the dashing hooves carry on.
The horse brings them to a street filled with forgotten and lonesome hearts.
Women in fishnets and blood red lips stop their calls as the horse,
Passes them by.
Men with broken blue wings walk by in a group, their eyes betraying
Their painted smiles.
Each of them feels the wind from the horse's passing, but only
One man reaches out to touch the glossy mane of darkness.
His hand burns with a fire he cannot name but he does not let go.
His wings fall to the ground and a smile of wonder plays across his full lips.
He is lost but somehow found.
The riders look at him with their burning eyes and in their fiery
Depths he sees the path to freedom.
He starts to hum a secret melody and one of the riders smiles a knowing smile.
The horse rears and shrieks a battle cry that echoes through the
Subway halls and pierces the heart of the wanderer.
The ragged man hears the second cry and starts to wonder,
Hardly noticing as he begins to sing.
The dark horse gallops on.