Night Shadow

Poem written by Lonelyhearts1224 on Monday 6, July 2020

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A story in poetic form inspired by the song 'Wildfire' by Michael Martin Murphy

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A mavy steed dashed rampant through prarie fields of picturesque mountain scenes. Night Shadow, a black stallion, would storm the cattle herds that gathered there to often feed. On rare occasions stopped to graze; When chance or other needs would suddenly arise. But in those minor seconds, the past would come to spur his mounting fury and troubled mind. He came from a good breed and dwelled in an insulated stable made of resined willow oak. Born to crop-pickin folks of Alton, Utah. Lands homestyle meals and apple beers stewed on wood-iron stoves. His shiny coat was cleansed then brushed; While silver laces interlocked his braided mane, most days, so neat. On each full moon past midnight, his partner rode him yonder vast meadowlands, near creeks. The ripest corns and sweets were waitered by his owner's generous hands. But soon tormenting chilly nights came to deliver more than he could ever handle or understand. He surely felt abandoned, roamin God's country starving, unsaddled through the snow. He'd squeal stomping his hooves. And lived only to serve vengeance, like a desperado bereaved, and far from home. He yearned the grooming caresses, he'd grown accustomed to, but, could no longer obtain again. Such misery and hollowness brought on by his companion's death, caregiver and only friend. That's why with such defying revelry, he busted down one winter's night his stall. The legend goes......... he heard his master's ghost heart crushing message sayin...... "On this forever journey, you cannot come along." "Church 's finally lettin out." "Cause heaven's wrangler is haulin me on up." "So partner please, giddap just get, now go." written on: February 24, 2020

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    Sad and lovely. The loss of a cherished companion. How sad.
    I'm not very knowledgeable in Tercet verse, This one is very visual I think. Somewhat like 'Ode to the West Wind' By Percy Bysshe Shelley. Grammatically and structurally it seems good although, as I said, I'm not very knowledgeable in that style. Question, Have you any published works yet?