With nostrils flared wide, and a coat like spun gold,
The stallion he stands, a story untold.
Muscles ripple beneath a coat of fire,
A creature of freedom, with boundless desire.
His mane, a cascade of wind-tangled hair,
Flows wild and untamed, a spirit so rare.
His eyes, like dark pools, hold the glint of the sun,
A promise of power, a race to be won.
He paws at the earth, with a hoof strong and sure,
Impatient to gallop, on endless azure.
His whinny rings out, a call to the sky,
A stallion majestic, soaring ever so high.
He charges like thunder, a blur on the plains,
The wind in his mane, a symphony's strains.
No rider can tame him, his spirit so free,
The lord of the meadows, eternally.
So raise high a glass, to the stallion so bold,
A creature of legend, a story of old.
May he run ever wild, with the sun as his guide,
The wind in his mane, forever his pride.
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I wish I can be friends with him hehehehehe