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| Water Horse | |
| By ellipinnock | ||||||||||||||||||
| 03 January 2007 | ||||||||||||||||||
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Bit of an experiment... Re-titled - didn't want to tie it so strongly to the kelpie when it's such a hotch-potch of different things :) Tweaked in a few places - last stanza still not right though A damp June day had dawned so calm and still; the edge of the water, dull and dank as the youthful Prince came riding by in haste, through the trees and down the river's sullen bank. A score of horsemen followed, strong and swift, pursuing fame, hearts full of foolish pride. They came upon a willow standing tall and in its shadow something strange had died. Beyond the cage of bones a pair of eyes appeared - so wide and blue and full of promise, so lithe and shy with hooves that flew and pranced bidding the men abandon thoughts of malice. The Prince was first to jump aboard, though soon his men came after, one by one until they all were seated on a back now broad. Teeth bared, head dipped, the pony drank its fill, sent up a cry and with a toss of mane was off through field and forest with scant care for foolish riders cursing now in vain; they could not match the beast's unholy stare. One score and one were all stuck fast by flesh to flesh, no hope of rescue or reprieve for who could catch this monster fast and fell? The Prince in desperation tried to cleave the horseflesh from his own to no avail, the bond too strong for mortal hands to break; and so they ride, though breath departs from life. Victims of the waterhorse. Their mistake, their folly, their unthinking haste has doomed them to this fate. So far away from our concerns. Our modern ways protect us now. We do not hear the galloping of hooves.
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