Stallion
Stallion
Mighty, was his look,
rendering tall, as he provokes.
The attraction that he emanates drawing to its taming,
which we sought.
A stallion as he stands,
the silhouette is what we have seen.
It was that of a wild horse
waiting for his taming to prevail!
The stallion's tone took when the animal did near,
wanting to be the tamed horse, captured, he is safe.
A depth that can take,
when there's something to be profound in, it's deep!
Alas, we come to an end;
there comes a disruption in this snare.
It's what he felt from the enclosed corral,
though he hurls out from the gate, did he escape?
The stallion gave flare from his stance,
which the tamed horse,
a leading role of the animal, he did ride.
Revised Edition February 3. 2021, 4:45 AM (EST)
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