My Beautiful Mare

Her beauty was beyond compare, As her mane blew in the wind. Her black coat, what a beautiful mare, A more beautiful mare, you could never find. She came to me when she was just a foul, When she was just a sprout. Her mother had died in a cave where men mined coal, She was trapped with around a dozen men and could not get out. I couldn't just leave her, I had to take her. I fed her milk and brushed her fur, I took good care of her. If only i had seen it coming, If only the truck could've stopped on a dime. I sat beside her dying body humming, Tears slowly appeared as i thought of an earlier time. Her beauty was beyond compare, As her mane blew in the wind. Her black coat, what a beautiful mare, A more beautiful mare, you could never find.