Maleigha Glasco

Queen Curmano
Language period 5
6 February 2015
Spirit The Horse
My mane is as dark as the night sky,
and my eyes even darker,
Im not just a horse,
Im a shadow,
with a heart of gold,
I follow her around,
eager to brighten her day,
I would trade all the sugar cubes and carrots,
to make her happy,
but she enjoys giving me treats,
so Ill keep accepting them,
as long as shes happy,
thats all I need,
Im not just a horse,
Ive been with her since I was born,
a horse born of shadows,
but she kept the evil away,
the sliver of light on my forehead,
is a symbol for my passion,
and only she sees it,
the other horses fear me,
and run in my presence,
but she doesnt run,
no she comes to me with love,
and all the treats I could ask for,
Im not just a horse,
as we stand in the night,
looking up at the sky,
and gallop through the fields,
Im not just a horse,
I know she loves me,
cause I can see it,
the moment she looks at me,
cause Im her spirit,
not just her horse.
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