Still Memories Blog Archive on March 31, 2010, 9:00

Written and Illustrated by Madelaina, age 14

The quiet
was almost as deafening as
the rage of hooves that spoke for unheard terror.
Even the mere dust, sleeping,
moaned with its lifeless tints
of the nightmares,

They lay where they had settled
when mustangs and air became one
to glow together in the sun.
But then, even the heavenly gold
clouds of winged earth
were black and white,
deaf and blind.

The wild horses, they were being chased away
to the last thoughts which would cross