November Story Contest
Spirit of the Herd
By: Night Storm
Age:19A stallion, blacker than the night gallops past,
Kicking up clouds of dust with his strong hooves,
A shadowy silhouette gliding silently over the plains.
A golden mare runs behind the stallion,
Her shimmering coat glistening in the bright sunlight,
Cascading rays of gold warmth.
Following is the herd,
Their many spirits become one,
Bonded with love and fear, friendship and warmth.
With this herd resides the spirit of water, fire, thunder, and stone,
Gentle, yet strong,
Fierce, yet calm.
Within them lives the spirit of the earth,
Spirit courses through their veins,
Freedom lives in their hearts.