I should flee.
Yet, even if I could, I cannot.
This galloping horse has bewitched my soul.
Its tail and mane are aflame.
The eyes, burning pools of amber.
I see his thundering heart beat beneath a dark coat of muscle and bone.
Red blooms and fades.
Blooms and fades.
Moonlight turns the swaying grass to silver waves, across which this noble creature of the night glides to where I stand.
Fear fades on his approach.
He kneels and I climb on his back.
Fire cloaks me in its grace.
I ride for the sunrise and whatever waits me there.
Thanks for reading. Until next time.
I love tales about selkies and pookas. This is great.
Love the image of the swaying blades of grass in the moonlight looking like silvery waves.