A Bedlam of Black Stallions
Bedlam of big black stallions, building a labyrinth of bestiality.
Note: Ne4. This is a maze made of animal. Not of stone, not of the elements. But rather of animus, of the spirit, underneath all the flesh and vascularities and bones and muscles. This is a muscle-maze. Designation: horse. Specifically stallions. Not colts, but older. More mature, brazen, brimming with bravado, after being out to many a battles. There’s a madness pocketed and layered and stored away potently underneath the swaying, galloping, and rapidity of a horse. Laced underneath the power of the vehementous whirlwind of kinetic energy dispersed by these big black beasts, there lies an incalculable animalistic chaos. One cannot control it. Harness it, reign it in, perhaps..But it’s more of a guidance, a hand on the ferocious beasts’ god-turned-demon-head and whispering the sweet lullabies it wants to hear..then sending it forth and unleashing it’s whirling dark calculus. Once it’s set loose, once it’s set in motion, it is unbeknownst to the most proficient and arcane seers what will come upon those struck by this rampage of rolling doomsday thunder. This smothering stampede of sinews and spirit.
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