Mighty Steed

No one could tame,

the Mighty Steed.

Too much a free spirit,

and a very rare breed.

Sleek and fast,

through the canyons he flew.

His mane midnight black,

tossed in the wind that blew.

His well muscled form,

was a sight to behold.

As he galloped away,

so sure and so bold.

A born wild horse,

who couldn't be caught.

A Mighty Steed,

that everyone sought.

A prize to be had,

who just couldn't be won.

As he sped away fast,

towards the just rising sun.

Such strong willed horse,

a wonder indeed.

That majestic equine,

This Mighty Steed!

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