Like polished obsidian,
The beast’s coat gleams.
His breast heaves out and in and out again,
As if against some unseen barrier.
White foam lines his mouth like frost;
Lips stretched back,
Pale yellow teeth slightly parted,
His hooves beat fiercely at the earth,
Pounding out a frenzied rhythm,
Tossing cascades of soft white sand
Into the night;
Like powdered quartz,
Or a million tiny diamonds.
A crystalline wave
That captures and reflects
The pale glow of a full moon.
Charcoal in two bowls of salt,
Waiting to be lit,
He skids to a halt
Inches from the edge of the abyss,
Sending one last crystalline wave
Into the night.
The beast rears up,
beating furiously at the night sky.
He shakes his proud head side to side,
Flaunting his black velvet mane
As he cries out untamed.
He and I are one.