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2020-11-05
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Glory Returned

Summary:

The name Ichabod means glory has departed, this poem is set after the movie, Ichabod returns and so does the Hessian Horseman.

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Work Text:

Thunder of hoofbeats, blast of wind,
My heart pounding in my ears,
Fear rides with you, power, grace, deadly skill.
Gathered in your eyes, stormy grey and wild,
Dangerous eyes in a face pale as snow.
The moonlight caresses you, my hands are jealous.
The shadows hold you tight as my arms ache to do.
The storm cries out your name, and I echo it.
You belong to the dark and the grave
You are damnation, all I fear and all I desire,
My darkest nightmare, my sweetest dream.
I stand here silent and waiting beneath the Tree.
You will come.
The darkness has gathered, the thunder cries its warning.
I wait as lightning falls blue-white, blinding me
To what is right and real.
The night shudders, the storm holds its breath.
For a heartbeat all is silence.
Then you are there
bursting forth
Tearing through the wall between life and death.
Your restless eyes find me, hold me imprisoned.
Terror and need war within my soul.
Closer and closer you ride
Against all sense and reason I stand quietly
Aware of every sensation, every inch of my body.
I step closer until I can feel cool leather
Against my feverish cheek and rest a trembling hand
Against the powerful muscles of your calf,
Hesitantly I lift my eyes to yours
Expecting anger, madness, rage
But finding instead curiosity, wonder.
I whisper my love, my need,
Into the darkness and the storm
And hold my breath daring to hope.
You reach for me, leather creaking.
I close my eyes, not moving, not thinking,
Lost in your shadow, lost in your darkness
Brush of a cool hand on my cheek,
Colder lips against mine
My heart stops as a gloved hand lifts my chin.
Your mouth is cool and tastes of rain and the wildest wind.
I surrender all to you, my mouth, my throat, my heart.
In that moment I am lost
As I have always wanted to be.
This is freedom, this is meaning, I think
Even as my mind is swept away by your mouth.

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