Is perhaps more valuable than gold.
One that is brave and bold.
With an attitude fiercer than a firestorm.
Fast and ferocious,
Dominate and immensely tall.
You hold your head high with pride.
Knowing all the while that no one can ride,
You the daunting mount.
With a neck as long as a pine,
And a single black stripe that runs down your spine.
A golden coat so fine and bold,
Looks very much like a king's robe.
You the elusive stallion.
With a black main as dark as night,
And a neigh as sharp as a knife.
You oh ghostly colt.
None can ride you.
None would even dare,
Stare into your eyes with a fierce scowl,
For in your eyes the glare would melt like butter.
For the rage within you is like a flood,
That never seems to end.
The beauty of this strong steed will forever remain free.
For there isn't a Wrangler around,
Who can wrestle you to the ground.
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Invisible Ink
ŞiirMy random poetry that expresses my thoughts feelings and experiences. Many of these poems reflect some of the darker times in my life while others celebrate how blessed I have found myself to be. However quite a few of these are not about me. I have...
