was transformed into fear
He felt the passionless torment
of the down trodden
Heard the speechless lamentation
of the unpitied peons
His spirit was heightened by their pain...
Now, this Centaurian, is Hope's only Savior ~
Set unawares 'tween Scylla and Charybdis
He must rain arrows of annihilation
at Mephistopheles menaced 'eye of the storm'
Sweat of thoughts trickle down his brow...
He rears, hooves brandishing bravado
before a wasteland awash in rock and sand
Arrow afire, on a bow no other man could draw
He prays that God's plan, and his aim... are True




and much love~ Desire~*~




This is my newest favorite of yours, Poet. Great penning, drawn from an amazing picture. Good luck in the contest, my Friend. 

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