Imperial Creatures

Horses, creatures of nobility and prestige. Strength emits from their bulging muscles. Eyes of depth and wisdom. Manes of flowing elegance. Horses, God's brave warriors. They make the land creak and shake. Snorts of power cascade over the peaked mountains. Neighs of excitement and play, echo amongst chiseled rock and ledges. They dilly-dally around shimmering waterfalls. They trample over flowering hills yonder. Home is where their hooves take them. Sons of the sands and daughters of the plains.

Horses, God's imperial creatures.

Tribe of Horse Power

Forming an everlasting bond

Silliness and treats,

profound way of life

A domain of prickly pines,

sapphire waters, and luminous pastures

Neighs and whinnies echo,

chirpy and perky tempos

Company of classy sisters

Band of egotistical brothers

Kitten-like, clumsy foals

Herd of principle freedom

Masters of speed and charisma

Monarchs of momentum

Tribe of horse power!

Craving crisp, clover hills

Hungering for lush grain fields

Dreaming of cool shadows,

buckwheat meadows

Work horse? nay

Mill horse? nay

The narrow windows of an engine,

reflect these wild souls

They compete with this black cobra

for victorious velocity

Native spirits,

toil and ravish the ground

leaving a beaten trail

Dust clouds flank alongside,

these "Speed Angels"

The bellowing snorts,

from these untamed steeds

cascade over the peaked mountains

Horizon of plenty is sought

They proclaim the knoll, this

gathering Tribe of Horse-power!

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