Wretched Soul - Dash to Destruction

A Ghostly braying haunts my dreams,
in nightmares neighing from the dark.
A prisoner woken into screams,
on death’s cold journey I’ve embarked…

The sky was dim and grey and dull
an icy mist around me lulled.
My captors dragged me down the track
and strapped me to a horse’s back.
Lashed tightly to that angry steed
whose rage was like an open war,
unwilling to repent my deed
my curse upon them evermore
was lost beneath their laughter’s roar.

I swore that they would rue the day
when I became a cuckold’s prey…

The courser’s wild career was freed;
we hurtled forth with reckless speed
wracked haplessly through blackness, sent
to faster reach destruction’s end.
We charged for many days and nights.
Away! We charged toward the light
of blood-red dawn, where heavens bled
and birds of prey upon me fed.

Struggling hard against my bonds;
the beast of burden hurtled on.
My reeling brain was ringing sore,
my tethered limbs were wet with gore
and as I braced the noonday sky
with sun-baked lips burned black and dry,
a rasping throat that couldn’t cry
and one last wish: my dying sigh…

The splendour of his mighty mane
was marred by sweat and blood and pain.
His homeland’s fields were reached with pride,
He snorted, reeled, he fell and died.