The horse

The horse sped through the halcyon forest heading to a calamitously clandestine destination derived from betrayal, hidden from the hatred of all.

Some called the horse heroic – others heard it as iniquitous, cruelly called it corrupt.

However, in the wood, the resplendent trees radiated with a hopeful golden glow concealing the cantankerous coldness of the world.

With a whisper of winter, harsh wind whipped the fragile branches, leaving bareness, adding to the blanket of orangery leaves on the forest floor, shortly to be trampled by the furious feet of the heinous horse.

The Lone horse capered capriciously into the distance, fading silently as if it were a shadow. And perhaps… it was.