Her hair flew in a fiery mane
wild in the wind that whipped around her
as she pushed her horse harder in
their strange uncontrolled gallop
across the deserted meadow.
Her face contorted in rage
she yelled profanities into the air
froth foamed on the horse’s mouth
as he struggled to do her will
the fear in his eyes grew deeper.
She was possessed! And her possession
owned her will – her jealousy filled her.
Once beautiful she had grown ugly
no inner love to surface
to bring peace to her tortured soul.
The whip struck harder and faster
the horse stumbled and fell
his heart strained to the limit
thundering hooves are silenced
under his cruel and spiteful burden.
His withers trembled – his body went down
and with him his abusive rider
she called out but one heard
her angry hateful voice is stopped
as she lay dead beneath the horse.