Foe or Steed

by Mary E. Lowd

Bones rattle with each prancing step
Sightless sockets where eyes were
Stare from the shoulders and hips
Of the bleached white breadth
Of a stallion so haunting
So sinister & taunting
With a rictus grin and a heart of sin

Is it steed or foe?

Could it be tamed…
Or should it be destroyed
By a sword swung in a killing blow

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