My dark horse runs --

My dark horse runs-----
I drew a picture of a dark horse
in a white paper of oblong size,
as white and pure as a newborn ,
The peeling skin peels further,
imagination ran out of my mind
like a warrior in the battle field
who bade his lost kiss and adieu
to his ever faithful mistress,
the braving on the dark horse,
left his warm hearth
not to return again ,yet
to leave an imprint on
the soil benign, blood oozing ,
sacrificial fire still rages
in his breath and vow ,
the dark horse runs, runs.
The paper fritters on the breeze.