Well dawn…by Osalam Wosu 


From the stables o’ darkness 

Springs the sun horse once more 

His vermilion mane,  now a sunflower yellow 

He has sidestepped the Evening

Parrying the arrow of her seductive caresses 
Untamed, outraged 

He knows he’ll stay 

Until the Evening stands 

At her shore unfazed 

By his fiery snorting and panting 
Beast to all

But pet to her 

A servant to her call

He’ll answer from afar

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