One day as I walked alone
In the forest on the mountain
Through the trees, I thought I saw
A sight I never expected to see
A most beautiful white horse stood there
With flowing silvery mane and tail
And I could have sworn there was
An ivory spiraled horn coming out of its' head
It snorted, shook its' head and pawed the ground
Before suddenly disappearing from view
Though I searched long, all around
I never saw it again
To this day, I sometimes wonder
Was it just a trick of the light.
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