Dark Horse

My charge out the gates was slow,
But, still, the violent take it by force;

My coat is as dark as the blackest crow—
They call me...the dark horse.

The oddsmakers counted me out,
When they saw my coat's ebony sheen,
But I don't need them, for my own name I can tout,
As I root myself on and begin to gather steam.

One of my opponents has slowed to a gallop,
Thinking I was too far behind—
In an instance, however, the ground beneath him shook,
And sent him tumbling in his hide;
Though mine wore the color of soot,
He could've used it to mask his beaten pride.

By one, the field has narrowed,
As doubters begin to express remorse,
Yet, still, I've a ways to go—
They call me...the dark horse.

It's getting harder,
The gap bigger to close,
Yet I'm not ready to barter,
Nor have my life laid in repose,
I shall be the victor—
History, my win, shall remember—
Even if it's by a nose!

Now I'm closing ground on two—
Second and third to the leader;
They vow not to let me through,
And do things becoming of a cheater:
Disparaging words along with dirt flew—
Nothing was held back confined to respectable measure—
Antics the crowd couldn't help but to boo,
Making for an incredible change in the atmosphere...

(Thus, backfired did their machination, and past them
I rode the tide of a crowd once mistaken.)

The crowd is chanting, "Go! Go!",
After once being so terse,
For I've won their hearts and stolen the show,
They call me...the dark horse.

As I enter the homestretch,
I see the leader out ahead of me—
But he whom I'm supposed to catch,
Is what God intended me to be;
I sprout wings as though a Pegasus,
And catch him, becoming one entity...

I've finally become...my destiny ♥


- Kevin B. Waring


"All things work together for good to those that love God." - Romans 8:28