Dark his eyes as midnight
with stars in the gleam.
He glowed of snow in moonlights
mysterious bright beam.

Lightning was his spirits source,
and thunder born.
he stood in the likeness of a horse,
but held high a mighty horn.

rapid danced his lively mane
that left a rapid trail,
across his majestic frame
that cascades into a plumed tail.

Filled with the rainbows essence
spectacular to behold,
and just as illusive in his presence
as the promised ***-o-gold.