Floating horses carried waterbodies in their mouths.
The river it was toxic and had become wider
Mountain rainfall had spread it across the land
all dank and petrol black
A maiden guided them with her soft voice
It calmed them and helped them swim straight
Through the kind of current that would have swept any man away
To the area of dry land where a house and promise of accomodation stood
Until all this filthy water retreated back to it's original margins
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