Grace
In its true form
Majestic and lively he gallops
Gallantry in every step
For he is Equus
The pound of his hooves
Against the soft ground beneath him
Echoes throughout time
He becomes one with the wind
His mane flows with the breeze around him
Freedom personified
He does not shy away from danger
The beat of his heart guides him
Through the continuing battle
That is captivity
Mankind kidnaps his escence
Hiding it with bit and spur
Clever, but not successful
Agile and strong
He stands his ground
Defending his lost spirit
It will never be broken
He is Equus
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