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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Hooves of aquatic thunder these white steeds Of wonder, slamming against the coral reef As hail storms rage, set us free their voices Softly speak through the seashells littering The sandy beach. Enchantments cursed beast of purity’s beauty Trapped within the foam and spray, touching Almost the land then in sorrow’s undertow Driven back is this mystical herd of wild Mustangs. Poseidon’s sacred water horses, surfing Within the frothy s riptide of mermaid tears, Clashing their silvery horse shoes, against the Rocky edges of the under currents tidal surge These titans of the fathoms deepest depths. Lightening immortals shimmering, bathing Translucent beneath the hued blue waves, The last unicorns beg for release, to run Freedom trails once more, to feel the Mountains breezes of liberation flowing Through their milk white manes again. But silence is the reply from their capturer, Unmoved is his trident of power, sitting on His ivory thrown Poseidon watches these Wonders of myth, and relishes in their Spectacular beauty, vowing never to Set them free, thee belong to me, my Sacred water steeds of the bluest deep. Within the seashells hear them weep, These creatures of the mystical realm, Crying out, release us please, can thrust, Not hear us. Out of the water, to feel mother earth Beneath our silver hooves, we give our Horns of crystal power, or the shimmering Shine that beguiles our under sea father. Out of the water, we’d roam in the wilderness Wild, roll amongst the sandy duns of the desert, Climb the mountain tops heights, and breath The sweet air of freedom within our lungs. Out of the water, for just one single day, We sacrifice all that we are, or were in Mysticism mystical realm, just to be free! Hooves of aquatic thunder these white steeds Of wonder, slamming against the coral reef As hail storms rage, set us free their voices Softly speak through the seashells littering The sandy beach.
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