A Beat of Night Hooves
A Beat of Night Hooves
If I were to dream of hooves
beating to the drum of my ears
with dark illusions of pain swollen
over my beating heart, and torn
flesh before my fading eyes
riding upon the beast's bony flank
it would be better than many a dark
night untouched by the immortal
splendid visions that dance in the mind.
A sleepless beggar I would become.