Dark Horse
Dark Horse!
Immortal guidon of restless nomads,
Sages weeping to grasp Thy wisdom,
Garnered truly through such lucid eyes.
Dark Horse!
Captured fleetingly by the Artist’s brush,
Stabled lovingly in Man’s treasured tomes,
Forever living and never dying.
Dark Horse!
Pounding down through time;
Solitary witness to the pursuits of men,
And privy to the realms of Angels.
© by Barbara Dunn Reeves
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