Exile of the Black Horse
Oil on canvas
Could it be that our journey, having begun seemingly so long
ago, could end in such a terrible way?
For many months, I with my companions traveled many miles across the Red Lands
under my determination to find the answer to my exile at such a young age. My
life had been spent among a strange kind, and though I loved them, the mystery
was like a shadow is my mind all my days.
Yet, here it seemed to end as I stilled myself like a stone in the wet darkness
of that cave, holding my breath lest I be discovered and killed. Suddenly it
became apparent that my friend had lost the battle and for the first time ever I
was completely alone.