Dusk

The sun was slowly sinking into the sulking night,

The full moon and stars starting to show their light.

In the wild woods I watched with wonder,

Searching for that stealthy shadow I thought I’d seen.

Frothing and fretting my horse felt the ever-growing tension and froze,

Now I saw the shady silhouette against the smoldering Southern sky,

Another horse and rider, resting for a moment from the running.

My mount moved warily toward the mysterious mien,

Then the world was in a whirl,

As his thundering hooves tore from the woods to the turf.

The other rider spurred his steed, kicking up clouds,

The dizzy dust choking my already dim sense,

And the chase was on.

With the veil of darkness' breath bearing down upon us, we flew, flying faster and faster,

Then the flashing hooves flew away into the dust and darkness.

For it was in vain to pursue the dusk.

This is a poem I wrote for school while reading "Sir Gwain and the Green Knight". I like to ride at sunset. It seems I am constantly racing dusk. He wins every time, and I can count on him to be there every night to rub it in.