In our lives shall appear times of toil
Or images that shake the very soul
Dreams that gape wildly at death's foil
Some sing of injury to the seer or the sought
For fear of such danger passes on trivial
Actions then known be cursed in the light
The black stallion bursts from his corral
To run amiss as if a drunken fool
In judgment stands the defendant he
Short moments that bring dread or delight
The morning sun resolves the plea
Awakened now from bliss or fright