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The Storm

  1. The unmounted creature danced on the skies,
  2. And the sparks from its heels are all left behind.
  3. Prancing through clouds all over the world,
  4. And as it did leave them behind itself furled.
  5. Hopping ’neath stars and above all the earth
  6. Living life eternal — no dying, no birth.
  7. Playing all alone — secluded — not knowing to wait,
  8. That at any spot moment, it’d meet its fate’s face.
  9. Girded and able, just hairs from its nose,
  10. Was its master or servant, only battle shall show.
  11. Sharp snorts and deep growls within each mighty chest
  12. Gave warning t’th’other that he is the best.
  13. And with that sweet music, the battle arose.
  14. Blood against blood, foe upon foe.
  15. The clash of strong horns and shatter of bones
  16. Rang through the air, through houses and homes.
  17. The froth which escaped from each snarled lip
  18. Fell to the earth like a crack from a whip.
  19. Charging and striking with each battle scar,
  20. Each beast is collided, each does its harm.
  21. Tired and weary, yet still at full force.
  22. Striking and smashing — an inevitable course.
  23. And with one mighty lunge, the battle does end,
  24. Each victor ’side failure, to ne’er fight again.

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By Kim Siever

I live in Lethbridge with my spouse and 5 of our 6 children. I’m a writer, focusing on social issues and the occasional poem. My politics are radically left. I recently finished writing a book debunking several capitalism myths. My newest book writing project is on the labour history of Lethbridge.

I’m also dichotomally Mormon. And I’m a functional vegetarian: I have a blog post about that somewhere around here. My pronouns are he/him.

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