chariot
i stand upon a chariot pulled by two beasts that i cannot unite. when they fight, we must stop. so much for riding in unnoticed. my neck and shoulders hurt; straining against the gold chains. "move forwards!" i plead. they ignore me; remaining at odds. i could not see a way out. the trees had been moving again. i could not see a way out. the snow fell heavily; the darkness smothered us. "why can't i have what i want?" because it is not yours, said the voice. accept it. i would not. they started to fight. shredding throats with scythe like claws. i doubled over in pain, never wanting to get up. "stop hurting us!" the beasts roared. i whipped them all the harder. eventually they collapsed; exhausted and bloody, foaming at the mouth. i lay down next to them, weeping. a knight galloped towards us, riding a gleaming white unicorn. he offered me his hand, when i went to take it he laughed and then scorned before disappearing entirely. my poor beasts howled. i stroked their fur gently dressing the wounds. "we'll try again tomorrow." and slowly they fell asleep, safe in the relief.
THE LONELY WHITE WOLF 