Day 102 Ruminating And Writing

Dirge

Your life was never yours
You knew not how to be
I watched you wither away
As you pushed me aside
Now you lie there
On the dusty ground
I mourn you every day
There’s no life to celebrate

King Arthur

The towering horse stood on the set. He had been able to avoid riding rehearsals thus far, but now the director had hunted him down. He wondered if this would end his short stardom at the big stages; that it had been a stupid thing to lie on his resume about all the brave deeds he could do. T...