Tamed by the bridle, led astray
Where have their wild spirits gone?
Galloping in the wind
Manes flying free. Capturing the wind.
Yet, here they prance. So pretty with their braided bows
And dead eyes. Sorrow buried beneath the surface.
It’s hard to believe they once ran across the prairies
Their feet shaking the earth, thunder in the valley.
Mares with their stallions, together claiming the savanna
Stride by stride together so proud and regal.
But these, these poor creatures, less than mules
Unable and unwilling to carry a burden, much less gallop through fields.
This is what has become of the once proud and majestic
Now just proud and braying, no thought to what they’re saying.
Manes brushed, heels shod, they kick up their legs
Tails swish. Look at me they seem to say. But our eyes shy away.
Once horses roamed these fields. Once majestic beasts strode the land.
They do no longer. All that roams these fields are the lost spirits of those who once galloped.
This is from a prompt from dVerse. The prompt was horses. Enjoy!
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