The Red Horse

Milky way was spilled on his skin it seemed
As sunshine reflected from the horse's white hair
Young,agile it raced
Piercing the wind,blooming its powers
Enjoying the subtle beauties of itself

Like a Sage's place of contemplation was his own body
For the horse it was the forest
Where he was discovering himself
The forest embraced him
For the white horse was so pristine and full of emotion

It did fell many times
The mud would surround his whole body
The dirt of the world,its colors
But he would get up everytime and resume running
And the spirit would clear all that mud

Nightmare of some darkness haunted him
He never complained though
For he would find himself amidst nature
When his eyes would open after sleep
Thus he was rather thankful to the nature that healed him constantly

"There!There!point..yeah...hit the trigger"
Two shots fired
"Haha!!poor white thing"
Thud!the horse was down on the grass
Blood wrapped him and transformed him
From a white to a RED HORSE

His eyes could see only the grass as he lay injured
Now not even that as his vision blurred...his eyes closed
Ah!what he could see now was immensely divine
He saw a horse that was red due to the blood from a wound
Racing in its best speed towards a brimming river

He opened his eyes slowly
Trying to get up his legs trembled
But his soul was strong and stable
Steadily he began to move
Steadily he began to run

Could the madness of a stupid poacher stop him?
No!he was unstoppable
Bleeding but blazing with speed
And finally he reached the infinite
The river that quenched unquenchable thirsts

The red horse thrust his body in the crystal beads of the flowing water
Divinity in his eyes became eternal as he closed them
The blood was washed
And now
The river was RED!!