Stallions of the night, beaming down remorsely
A distant trumpet, heed? They do not.
A mind alone, a mind as one
The working one, the thing they shun.
Terror is, terror was, something a callin from the midnight
But maybe not, when brightness strikes, bringing in the daylight.
Only if allowed to penetrate
Can the mighty orb then radiate.
Beware their hooves and legs of steel
For there is danger when crossing the path of reality and dream.
Thundering steps of a threat approaching
Marks the time for no further coaching.
But muscles don’t obey when trapped in this place
The lids won’t open, and they increase the pace.
Fire and steam escape the nostrils, your time is done
No freedom is there, where are you now my beautiful sun.
Powerful feet lift in the air
Eyelids open, and yes, she is there.
...I am a BTCCORE enforcer...
Nice poem @knightfall... I had no idea you had it in you.
The layers of our personalities peel away over time and toil, like leaves of an artichoke, while we carry out our mission as #btccore enforcers!
...lol, been writing for a while, won a couple of awards for poems and such...
once we kick in gear with Compumatrix, the world will be wide open...and
I'll take it up a notch...
You are very talented @rkbgold. Compumatrix has allot of talented members.
Thank you for your kind words @angelsrock. Yes, there are many at #compumatrix!
Very cool @knightfall. I look forward to your next notch!
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