Tuesday, August 17, 2010

The Horned Man

The Centaur
Centers it's gaze
Upon my eyes,
It's green
Goggles lock
Me in place,
Knowing not
What to think
I freeze,
Captured by
The stare of
This mythological beast,
At the middle of
The maze,
Softness overcame
The horrid being
And for a moment,
The world
Understood why
Stars align.

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