Fanciful Free

"Let the children sing"
Cried the charioteer
Careening through the sands
Past the marking pier
Laughing like a hyena
He gripped the reigns
In battle-scarred claws
Blood-screaming veins
Protruded from his arms
As they flailed his steads
Through another turn
And into the lead.
The chariots behind
Collapsed into maelstrum
As if by design
Tuned to the drum-
Beat of the hooves
Round the stadium track
Perfectly timed moves
Cheers at his back
Another victory
For his tally
And another race to forget
For his opponents
Though they tried their best
They are no match
For the greatest
Stadium charioteer
For two hundred years.



Maybe I'll do the prequel tomorrow