Shiny flanks, heads tossing, a rainfall of

Well-combed manes, or tangled hairs, dark eyes and

Intelligent faces; superior beings carved by gods.


Hooves pounding, pulsating earth, a deep whinny,

A grass-stained mouth, they are so unaware of their own

Beauty, shying away, eyes rolling back like marbles.


Spirits untamed, you will never break them completely,

A flicker in the darkness of those eyes, the eyes of better creatures,

There's always a flame of defiance,

A spark of recognition,

A fire of unshattered passion.


The End

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