Dark Blue
The string of black stallions tow a dark blue carriage through the cold night. As they gallop through the wet earth the white moonlight reflects their shiny mane and sinewy muscles. The black mane is a shade so vacuous and consuming it appears as if the horses are shimmering. Visible then an instant later invisible. The tall trees in the distant skyline sway in the empty midnight.
A man in the carriage sits motionless with his hands crossed counting every roaring gallop. He takes a deep breath and smells the iron tainted night breeze. When you swallow it tastes like creamy black beer with the tint of diamond and fried leeks. He opens his eyes and as he stares deep into yours all you can see if dark blue.