Trigger Warning, 2015-2018

a duty that would douse the fire to race
that gently glows inside a lesser horse
instead it only served to stoke the blaze
and power him with ever stronger force

when asked to clash with titans, his heart stirred
he found the will to stare them in the eye
each time, and come back tougher, undeterred
if, grudgingly, he had to let one by

he fought through rain to long-sought victory
but never made it back where laurels fell
a heart, alone, lacks manifest to be
without an equine body to propel

if only raw desire could reknit
the bone and sinew charged to carry it

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