Water beats the earth

As the cloaked traveller

And his split compass

Disappear into the rain.

In the eye of the storm

The lone horse,

Plagued by ghostly stallions,

Charges into an unknown future.

Freezing blue skin

Melts at the touch

Of the silver knights’ breath

On his back.

His rider,

Like a cursed gladiator of Rome

Rides behind, shrouded in shadow

On his broken chariot.

The crack of an electric whip

Yields fearful red eyes

That stare at the roiling clouds

That rule the mournful skies.

Crimson streaks the sky,

Bloody fingers reaching toward every horizon

Mark the deadly end of the storm

As the sun sinks into a deep slumber.

Hooves pound the ever-darkening earth

The wild steed loses his way.

Forever chasing

His cracked compass.