a story of a one little three year old

agniecha

he didn't say a word.
closed his eyes
and escaped.
what did he feel?
he couldn't say a word.

roaming in the darkest of the nights
he tried to find ways
to survive.

oh, horses of apocalipse!
galoping beasts

"dragon - that serpent of old,
called the devil and satan
was cast to the earth, and his angels were cast out with him"

hundreds of moonless nights passed by,
but a white horse did not show up
for that little boy

and he didn't say a word
he was told not to.

one little three year old.