The Storm War

The horses seem so peaceful as they graze in their field.
Watching them I am amazed at the calm they wield.
Yet, it seems they should watch as I do, at least they appear to.
For Goblins are hiding in the brush nearby concealed.
Unknown to me is the nature of this hunt. My fear is truly real.
I struggle to understand what this is I feel.
I stare, mesmerized by the dance of prey and foe.
I stand unskilled opposed to them and what they know.
As Goblins stalk their battlefront, I wonder at my worth.
The horses know well who shadow them and neigh in mirth.
They have already won, into the storm they run.
Where they go is lost to me and the storm is all I see.
Please hear me, I beg thee, the end of this tale I wish to see.
Oh, never mind me, the storm up high is clearing.
Lost to eternity, the plain world’s all I see.
Green trees, grass fields, the magical world now concealed
For a moment though the mystical one once revealed.
Lucky, that’s what I am I guess, lucky, maybe.
I could just be crazy, only the storm will know.
Only the sky up there will remember the war.
The brief war, between horses and creatures of yore.
The fields, trees, that single stream, and the dancing light.
I wish to know, I wish I might, I wish to see.
Maybe that says more of me and who I wish to be.
There were goblins in that field, invisible though.
For the dogs by my little window have told me so.