From the watch tower
the steppe appears forever empty.
Black dot without definition
screams towards the watch tower.
Horse so fast eight hooves clatter
carrying a rider past the watch tower.
Dust passes through the watch tower
out of here the horseman’s goal.
Image found here: http://www.horsehero.com/editorial?feat=73811
NaPoWriMo day 19. Horsey horsey don’t you stop.