APilgrimsFlight

The motive was set. Through wood and dark he rode, in long wait, in long pain, from shadow which gave chase from behind. In frenzied eye, one glance to the rear brought fate! A wound unlike any other! To be feared, to be sent! For with what shame would a manbow to such a thing? In vain then, would it lie to run? To seek in content, lightened day? Nomadic even in nature, from pleasant suns above? ...horse and man as one thought this, however vain it was to be. As serpent shadow crept ever closer, what a feast it was to be.