Guide me honey, my eyes are blindfolded with silk, but you aren't around. I reach for the knot and I untie the folds. The sun blairs overhead glowing with heat all around me. I am in a desert with a crimson silk blindfold in my hand. Sweat glazes my body. I feel the hot sand beneath me, I am laying down. I haven't been here very long. this desert is in a rage like waters, with gigantic dips and rises, savage waters, this desert is angry. My view wavers with the rising heat from the sands. What I see is distorted, like static. Black. Far off in the raging desert is something very black. It wavers and dissapears to appear again. Closer, it's coming. Black is here. A horse that's black. It came for me. Panting and tired but strong, the horse coragously steps up to me, snorting and gruffing. I touch the nose. So soft. I pull myself up, gripping the blindfold. The black horse takes off speed almost frightening over the hills of hell, my horse of night steals me. Crimson silk fills my mind. I feel it still in my hand whipping in the wind. The scarf is longer, how did that come to be? It's growing in the wind, crimson silk in my hand. My black hair tangles and beats against the flying silk. Black and crimson through this bright heat of day. We ride towards the night. Racing time in hell. Sweat runs off my face the heat is consuming my horse and I. But we are too strong. I cover my head with the silk, which has grown to a size that could cover my horse and I together. Still flaping wildly in the wind the crimson silk hides my black horse and I from the sun as we ride. Guide me honey, my night horse, to where I may sleep in darkness.
Reason for writing:
I had this image in my head and wanted to see it on paper.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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