Dark horses are mean
and they don't seek any jockey.
They are rather ready to lead
And they don't seek your trust
They don't show when they bleed.

They rather heal themselves on the go
You can lay down all your plots
They don't care if you hit a new low
They draw the line, they don't connect the dots

"Life ain't easy" the famous of all hacks
"Ride ain't just a life" they know deep down
They go along the beats of their hearts
They don't hear any other sound

Call it crazy but it never mattered
They don't think before they grind
They do look behind once in a while s
to see if anyone has fallen behind

But again fear of death comes to all
so they too can't escape the thought
But before it gets rooted, covered with rust
They run even faster impossible to be caught

One evening, where other horses lived
He arrived there moving slowly in a crowd
The bridled horses gathered to see
his saddle-less back that felt like a stroud

Someone asked, "how do we believe he is the same?"
that he is the one we have heard about in the song
The old brown horse said "Don't be naive and see good"
I know for sure as I wanted to be him when I was young

 If you see a dark horse you will know he is the one
Eyes dry due to all the indifference in the air
And that subtle, content and soothing smirk on the face
The pits of hooves filled with pride in many layers

And his tail lost all its hair in the run
Each of them fell at places, turned into milestones
They want him to sit and tell his story
But he says "only when I am filled with dead bones."

For the day he sits, his journey will end
He won't stand again for another run
He just stopped coz he got thirsty
The adventure will resume at dawn

So he stood there surrounded  by other horses
And just when the first sun ray touched the king's crown
He ran so fast starting a dust storm so big
before anyone could assess he was way past the town...