Divine Horses

Where wild horses thunder she can be found Bestowing to our kings the royal ground, Their oath as solemn as any marriage vow In ancient rites by which they are still bound. If flowing equine manes seen in a glance She is there by more than mere circumstance Epona, goddess of fertility Can we feel her blessings or be mumchance? Yet also seen as a nymph of warming springs The gentle caress where e’er nature sings Like the wild horses there’s no holding her But we can still see what her message brings I pray I find the need deep within me, Her desire to be running wild and free