Horses that rise high <br />On their feet neigh <br />Horrible <br />As on the war-path <br />Or on midst of olden battle-fields <br />Manes that fall back <br />Fly with the niter smelling winds <br />Slip <br />On the blood stained snows <br />That still fall <br />That still fall <br />Horses attempting <br />Above humans to rise <br />And their way wending <br />Unfettered in their wild, wild will <br />And closed sub-conscious eyes <br />We too <br />Must be as sub-conscious be: <br />Horses that rise high <br />On their feet neigh <br />Horrible <br />As on the war-path <br />Or on midst of olden battle-fields<br /><br />Emmanuel George Cefai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/horses-that-rise-high/
