the dark horse
She stands timidly bar, in utter glory
Awaiting the known fate that she is destined for
In the vein of a foal, tremulous yet strong willed
With vigor, she runs swift; sleek black coat in brilliance
Unaware of her beauty she glides like an angel
Exalted by the cool air and feeling the power of
The brisk winds of change that surround her
Champion genetics frequently mirrored to
The image of her dam; Instinctively she rebels
And begins the battle of her own revolution
Sheer will sets her apart, she does not seek to win
Nor does she want to lose, with new found confidence
She achieves buoyancy, inner beauty; self-worth
A mare of a different drum renowned for being true
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