Secure the target in your sight.
Dig your hooves in the dirt for horizontal flight.
Fear of the rampage fills the air like brimestone.
Head tilted with loaded horns combat honed.
Charging like a brakeless truck at high speeds.
Pursue with fury the things you desire.
Striking, piercing with bludgeoning force to what
you want is something I admire.
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- Author: Sandbone18 ( Offline)
- Published: April 8th, 2018 13:01
- Category: Nature
- Views: 6
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