A walk through the woods
To calm turbulent thoughts.
A white ray of sunshine
To brighten a dreary day.
A beast passes by,
Or was it a man?
In a flicker of sound
The beast is gone again.
Hooves clatter in the distance.
Must be a horse.
The rider has yelled and cried,
Help, I will not live!
Running to the scene,
There is no horse.
Yet there is no man.
He is one and the same.
Seeing a sight not for human eyes,
Forbidden in this realm.
Centaur's hand upon human chest
Eradicates a memory.
