thrum of blood

horses horses

always horses

& once again: decrepit

spirit-ghost
of  Spider Web Forest

ravages me with prophetic visions

freakishly laughing

laughing

 dreams of terrible power

& there you are with 

blackened teeth & 

ridiculous eye-brow horns

i am not vincible

you are not satiable

horses 

horses 

always horses

and running

Spider Web Castle
is ours; yet Spider
Web Forest is not

done with me

& you will see the seas incarnadine 

& i will see murdered my best-friend

horses

& then i will be shot at

always am i shot at

by comically apocalyptic abundance

of choreographed arrow-volleys

and there is laughter from the forest
which frightens the
horses

& do not let this sequence ever be forgot

for Spider Web Castle was real

& once truly stood where this is read