{"sf1_id":302045,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Thing Born of Blood","author":"WolfSlaveCly","words":357,"posted_at":"2011-11-03T07:27:00.000Z","tags":["Horse","Nature","Poem"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/302045-thing-born-of-blood","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/302045","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=302045\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"_I know, I know, it's not a story, it's a poem I wrote many many years ago. But I think you all might enjoy it. I wrote it for English class after reading and watching Seabiscuit. I had the best poem in class. Anyways, here's a poem. It's really short._\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe body moves, the muscles flex,  \nThe legs unfurl in the morning haze,  \nFlying across the waving green,  \nPower engulfed within a thin frame.  \nSpeed and strength marry upon the back of evolution,  \nAnd the life sighs with the time it took to create it,  \nHow long it took to bring together two opposites.  \nThe form has no form, only a blur in the mind's eye,  \nThe land like wet paint that flows together,  \nWind like the breath of the land, the mist of breath upon my face.  \nI belong here, hooves drumming like thunder, lightning harnessed beneath my fingers,  \nAnd the blaze of fire whips at me from the back of fate,  \nNothing matters on the wings of the beast,  \nIts breath my breath, its life my life, souls intertwined in a Heaven lived alive,  \nDarkness banished within the souls.  \nA symphony of heartbeats,  \nThunder riding beneath my feet,  \nThe power a thing alive, and nothing can force them away.  \nThe essence of the marriage of strength and speed,  \nThe beast is made of this, of the time it took for this.  \nMy emotions mirrored in its large eyes that tell me of instincts I have long ago drowned in human blood,  \nIn the blood of my ancestors before me who have lost the love of nature.  \nA mirror form of me lies beneath those eyes,  \nAnd the snort of life comes from his flaring nostrils.  \nI'll never forget the thing that released my soul from its prison,  \nMy mind from its puny morals,  \nNature gave birth to this, gave birth to me,  \nAnd so I ride on the back of my brother, and he carries me past all things of mind,  \nCarries me to all the things of the heart, born of instinct.  \nI was made for this; my horse was made for this.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}