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.

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