by greeneggsandham

Created on: August 15, 2008   Last Updated: September 16, 2009

The wild stallion gallops across the field,

His mane as wild as the grass beneath his hoof,

And since the stars seem to lead him to nowhere,

He follows the moon, so he may find the tide.

Thud, thud, thud, goes the sound of his movements,

His journey seems long, but he's strong and he's tough,

He spies a white mane, blowing in the night's breeze,

And his passion makes the hungry beast rough.

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