Like a spark in the darkness
Or a flash in the night,
The white horse appears beneath glowing moonlight.
Steady in speed with bold reserve,
Her wild hooves assault the earth.
Solid in form with mane flowing silver,
Bounding with grace over hurdles before her.
Against the shadows escaping eyesight
Can only the white horse be seen by the light.
by Garret Woo
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