Confusion's Fears

Confusion's Fears

Three young horses,
On a field of green,
Stablemates,
Soulmates,
Lonely individuals,
Brought together.
Friends for years,
They ran together.
Grew,
And explored,
And played,
A trio.

One small black,
With a hidden wild streak.
Quiet,
Soft,
And dangerous.
One tall and golden,
Intelligent and swift.
As handsome as the sun,
Careful,
Wary,
Gentle at heart.

One large brown,
Nearly black.
Her strength and heavy grace,
Subtle.
Her beauty,
Understated.
Unnoticed.
Except for the flash of long white feathers,
When she ran.
True friends. Loyal friends.
But even those who are close,
May fight.

And so they did.
The black and gold.
After running together,
So close for so long.
They broke away,
Sundered one heart,
Back into two.
The storm approached.
Wind shrieked,
Rain threatened.
The two stood apart,
Before the third.

The brown stamped angrily,
Tossing her head.
Do not make me choose!
Thunder rumbled.
Dark clouds swirled.
The storm was upon them.
The two stood silently.
The brown pawed the ground,
Putting enormous gashes in the earth.
She too had been hurt,
By the sundering.
Iron shoes had struck hard.

Her own hooves,
Unshod,
Would not hurt her friends.
She would not let them.
They waited.
She looked to the dark heavens,
And screamed defiance.
Do not make me choose!
Emotions surged,
Principles moved in her thoughts.
The great heart beat in a maelstrom,
Of love and anger, loyalty and fairness.

The storm broke
As she reared,
Hooves striking at the skies.
Lightning flashed,
And she made her decision.
She shook her great head.
Mind was heart's master.
She must be fair,
To friends such as these.
The sky cried
As she turned away.
And now,

She runs alone.