Arklow: Black Sign

A Story by Abishai100

Portrait of the Derby horse-race featuring a 'prince' challenge to a very discrete baron (with his beauty horse --- Arklow).

A 'Halloween-spirits' spin on the Kentucky Derby!

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I inherited a horse from a family relation in the United States (Arklow) and moved to Kentucky to watch the trainers 'groom' the natural wild black animal to compete dashingly in the Kentucky Derby. I decided to personally put a good portion of my inherited money into Arklow, the horse I now called my own (American).

Unfortunately, a very evil blood-diamond baron named Endymion was also invested in the Kentucky Derby that year and placed two horses in the Churchill Downs iconic track-race, for which many people placed wagers and chance-lore and re-presented as timeless elegy for Western fantasy/cinema.

ENDYMION: My fine 'white' knight horse Pioneer-of-Medina has the good chances of stealing this year's Derby from upstarts.

My name's Amlan Satan and I'm a graduate of a special school called Deep-Spring from which I gained a natural appreciation of landscape-driven neo-classical literary education paired with ranching and self-guidance and ranching, from old-American cowboy rhetoric/philosophy and when I discovered my inheritance of Arklow the alien, I decided to inform my peers on social-media (e.g., cyber-chess)!

There's nothing finer than a fine education on Earth, and I gained the invaluable experience of understanding/appreciating the deep tones of landscape-driven culture and ideology reflected in a naturalism approach to classical education which ironically informed my great vision of Derby optimism as the Kentucky races approached in May.

We'd sit outside in the fine vast land expanse of the campus of my special school and meditate on the beauty-magic of understanding all the contours/nuances of our universe, and I'd take these teachings/learnings as I embraced not only Arklow's gift but also his Earth-spirits.

ENDYMION: You wish to challenge me in some kind of Derby-chess, as if my knight-racer will fall to your vanities, Amlan?
AMLAN SATAN: Yes; of course; that's to say that my own knight of romance for Churchill Downs, Arklow the alien, is chess.

ENDYMION: We shall see...upstart.

When the race came around and I eagerly awaited to see if my black knight horse Arklow would stand forth and shine-brightly, I took stock/images of the grand audience/patrons of the grand Kentucky Derby and what's made this annual ritual of horse medicine fantasy a thing of both magic and ritual.

Of course, Arklow won the race. How'd I anticipate such a marvel? My own dark horse of the Derby (Churchill Downs) managed to eek out a race ahead of that bad demon boasted/toasted by that evil baron Endymion. Now, my lucky-strike knight of valor will become nothing less than my own pure Headless-Horseman of Halloween arts (ha).