Her hooves were subtle on the touch of earth
Beneath her, she was elegant in her stance.
Her main was beautiful blacker than nights kiss.
But she was warrior her feet bore this saying.
"Gentle do our feet heed the earth,
"But our hearts beat heavy on our enemies,
She walked on the plains of fallen hope,
A place where the worst days of their tribe heeded.
But they had learnt hard lessons, her hair
Hid modesty of her beauty. She scuffed the
Earth, grass weaved in the air released.
Men their hooves heavy, burly thoughts unkempt
Not kept as woman folk. But they did as
Told, not as lower cast but united as one.
Just calmed of there yearning ride free,
stampeding on plains of thunder, fear was our enemy.
On the plains of fallen hope our arrogance rode
Like a rumbling. But dissipated into the distance
And Hooves fell silent. We were humbled on
That day of the fallen, mains bleached in blood.
Our pride was tainted and subdued heads low.
Both lost many legacies and from the whistling
Thorns we learnt the hard way to get along.
She stands their proud of her past, sullen in
The mistakes that bring her with spear in hand.
"I give blood unto the ground to remember,
"I'm am your legacy steed of the pride,
"We ride free, we are of faces seen,
"Ride in peace on the plains of eternity,
She takes one last look before throwing the spear,
It flies into unkempt whistling thorns, they play
The songs of the fallen. A reminder that none
Shall win when pride is above thought,
Her main flows elegantly as she rides quietly off.