The Yazidi Woman's Dream - Poem by Eugene Levich
Horses of the Apocalypse
Coursing through a mother's dreams
In the black terror of the night.
Their hooves striking sparks—
Flinging off the stars of the universe
Their sweat-streaked flanks stink of dread
Their nostrils snorting crimson blood
Wild eyes flair in pain -
They gallop through the stench of smoke—
Those clouds dripping cordite rain.
Ghosts and demons bare-backed astride
Plow their spurs into the horses' sides
Swinging whips, scimitars, and maces
Raping when they alight the seven graces.
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