By Pavel Chichikov
‘The puzzle of the rooster and the fox'
The farrier picked up his file. ‘She's gone,'
He said, ‘no doubt about it, as for where –
The doors are open, nothing here is locked'
While we searched the place he trimmed the hoof –
First he used a file and then a knife. –
Bright nails in the corner of his mouth
He found a shoe somewhere – it flashed like ice
“If she's not here I'll find her' Robin cried.
‘Hold on,' the farrier told him, ‘not so fast –
I think she's safe for now – the darkness hides,
And something horrible is going past'
We hesitated, looked round for the place
We'd entered from – a curtain made of shadow
Ran around the edges of the room
And sealed the entrance up without a trace
‘No locks, but a person has to see
To walk away from here' then calmly he
Clenched up the gelding's hoof against his thigh
And hammered in a nail – I felt go by
Outside the room the shudder of a tread
‘It is the column of the living dead –
The enemy is going to prepare
The final battle ground of earth and air'
‘But where is Flora? Robin shouted. ‘Wait,
There's nothing to be done until the gate
Of judgment opens and the fight begins –
And who's to know which strategy can win?'
‘A little girl,' said Robin bitterly.
‘Effectives come in every size and shape –
Now here's a gelding horse, ain't he a honey?
Once I shoe him up you can escape'
‘Ride yourself' said Robin, ‘I won't leave
Until I find my sister – damn your colt'
A spat-out nail collided with the floor
And detonated like a thunder bolt
The Shoulder of the Sun Part Sixteen will be featured tomorrow.
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