Happy lunar New Year

The fire horse reigns

A foal breaking from his mother flying across a field as children cry keep growing, keep going. And his hooves were fitted in gold forged by the God of flame, tempered by the embers raced upon. Jump through the blazing hoop was the exalted command, yet he suddenly performed the unexpected. Without hesitation he hurdled high above it. No one saw that coming, not the Ringmaster, nor the farrier, nor the giddy children who followed him through time. Laurels were tossed about his neck, bright ribbons tied to the rings of his saddle, a silver saddle, flung from an inferno, not fashioned by the hands of man. You can do anything, they all cried, as he leapt into the maze of the future, in a ring of fire with his hair aflame.