Midnight
Running free, her head held high,
no one has tamed her, but many
have tried.
Shiny, and black, so perfect she stands,
the star between her eyes, natures brand.
A champion by blood, a breeders delight,
make way for Midnight, tonight.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2007
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