A desert ride

A desert ride

I, inexperienced journeyman, during an evening desert ride
Happened upon a moonlit visage of hardened gold
A gallop more brought forth a statuesque outline, a ceramic shell
A stunning refined silhouette in the foreground of a barren wasteland.
Mirage? or Truth? I could not yet decipher
Until, slowed to trots, I approached the pristine figure.
Breath held deep until pleurisy yielded a sigh
As I discovered that what was beauty from afar
Was naught but warped remnants of growth
The wooden remains, once engulfed by fiery flames
Given way to ash, a static, withered trunk of lost life
And – hopes dashed, chest burning with smoldering embers,
squinted eyes yearning for the flaxen frame my virgin mind conceived –
I urged my steed, “Ride on.”

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