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Picture from Janis and Ans. Thanks! |
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Transformation II
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Picture from Janis and Ans. Thanks! |
| A darkened cave, |
| A midnight horse, |
| Eager, loyal. |
| "Ride!" |
| His eyes declare. |
| "Ride," |
| I answer,
mounting.
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| Bursting from the shadows |
| of my secrets, |
| of my doubts |
| Into the bright moonlight |
| of my
determination.
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| The hooves dance, |
| The power builds. |
| Onward, |
| I say with my knees. |
| Onward,
the muscles underneath me say.
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| Onward, |
| we leap forward against injustice, |
| Against cruelty. |
| The wind propels us, |
| It is our friend. |
| The darkness caresses, |
| It is our
brother.
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| The soft rustle of silk, |
| The tiny jangle of metal, |
| Squeak of leather, |
| Drumming of hooves |
| Reassure,
strengthen.
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| We find tyrants, |
| The sword of my conscience is unsheathed, |
| It flashes, it speaks. |
| It laughs. |
| I laugh.
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| There is hope in the eyes of the victims, |
| The oppressed flee, |
| Find freedom, gain life. |
| My joy at their renewal bursts forth, |
| I shout, I laugh, |
| I dance a waltz with death, |
| I win.
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| I see hatred in the eyes of the tyrants, |
| There is none in my own. |
| My enemies are subdued, |
| Thwarted, cowed. |
| Their seeds of bitterness |
| Crushed, trampled, |
| Torn from
their gardens of avarice, malice and greed.
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| Soldiers arrive, |
| Quietly, I disappear, |
| Like smoke. |
| The night caresses us. |
| There is happiness, |
| I have made a difference, |
| I am
content.
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| January, 2000 |
