Black Stallion Poem by bernstien stuart

Black Stallion

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the black stallion runs across the plain
death its rider, destruction its name

as it rides fire lights his mane
burning white hot the eternal flame

as it gllaops past the plain
you can hear the thunder without the rain

and its eyes, the eyes of cain
show a spirit wild and untamed

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