CommodusA Poem by AJNJCommodus was a horse to beat every horse He had the grace of a sylph the strength of a pillar the edge of a killer To his rivals he was the bane this satin steed was cyclone storm and hurricane On the wave of a wand Commodus just flew past the winning grandstand Yet victory was not his quest no gold to garrison racing the wind, his sole ambition He pounded the racetrack *Ichor in his veins blazing a glorious trail in the fastest of lanes But one sad, fateful day thundered the jealous Gods of rain pouring on him, a harvest of pain Dashing to the finishing line the stallion skidded and fell breaking in two, his splendid spine Stilled for once was Commodus neighing in sheer agony till the misty vale of death turned the sky dark as ebony The swifter the pace the greater the thrill 'n joy speed destroys and yet we think It tells the men from the boys *Ichor - Blood of Gods
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