Drawn and quartered memories
Wild horses on unbridled courses
A whipping fury of tails and manes
They, reigning without reins
They, unsaddled by saddles
An unbroken stampede of nightmares
On anger benders, biting the bit broken
Bygone woebegone won’t begone
They, the slaughterers
They, the rider renders
art: Four Horses of Apocalypse by Lorenzo Ghiglieri
I like this, it is a different.
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Thank you (: Is it?
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I think so, but I like it!
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Love the juxtaposition and the dichotomy.
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Thanks 🙂
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You are welcome.😊
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