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.