Black Beauty

Like a shadow against the twilight The dark beast gallops gracefully Majestic. Mighty. Magnificent. His long, flowing mane and whipping tail Like banners unfurled in the wind As he crosses the verdant field Ablaze with golden dandelions His shiny, silky, dusky coat shimmers Like a sable spectre in the setting sun His raw, rippling Muscles His power and strength And a pure unbridled force Demand respect. His trot like thunder Echoes in the distance. His neigh, like the crepuscular call Of a wild, magical beast Reminds us that he is a perfect, living portrait Of his ancestors, the wild mustangs. Tempest is his name, And a torrential tempest flows Through his pulsating, pumping veins.