Resurfacing

The thundering of hooves disturbs the waters,

for the strength of the beast pushes against the currents,

forcing and breaking and crumbling and wrinkling,

wide and ample to small and detached.

The outburst of translucent drops stains the shore,

and the man plants his heels to go forward - heading onwards,

diving into the green virginal lush that is land,

laying pristine, beautiful, and untouched.

The mere fragments of light that filtered through,

rays oozing through the thick canopy above,

enlightened a pathway still to be worn below,

and so propelling him faster to explore the unknown,

the shadows of meddling figures in the emerald foyers

marked his pace in haste.

Whilst the homme dwelled deeper the sunlight diminished,

all to an extent where the coalition of colors changed,

him now venturing into the darkest demeanor of wilderness.

Underneath him, harsh breathing - heavy heaving -

where the rider tightened his hold, hopeful and trustful

that the midnight washed stallion would not frighten

and call for his befall to be a fall with peril heighten.

The howl of the wind and the growl of the ground

subsided as the world called to hush and silenced.

Insecure and skittish the man found himself alone,

not oblivious to his surroundings and apprehensive

of what awaited on the long end of the run.

The depths had darkened and the trees had crowded,

a state of fear for the birth of twilight dawned,

and so he kicked for acceleration, knowing that

it meant liberation from the snake-like vines that

groped him back into the narrow endless fiend behind.

The cantankerous animal flared and reared,

his deafening drumming decreased so forth,

and there was a crescendo as the sound wafted,

engulfing him into the end of his journey.

A burst of light, a burst of sky, and a burst of life

as the front cleared and the stallion halted;

above flew the birds, ahead lay the rye, and around was peace.