The Wild One

Power of night descends-
Crash of hoof on path-
Faster: wind among trees of ages past-
Rain skips upon leaves-
Veins of fire devour the sky-
Through falls he rides now-

Exploding from woods he brings-
quiet dawn, to the golden hills of morning's first light-
Steam rises from his white flanks-
He isn't tame - but he Is good-

I am the Stallion