Majestic

His mane is as a golden pond
flowing in the wind as waves on the sea
so Majestic and pure of gate and stature
clean as the southern sun is free.

The power of his form bold and brave
Eyes of the purest brown
His nature is calming to the soul
as he gallops through with a determined frown.

Confidence is his call to fame
and glory is his call of pride
She's perch upon this gallant steed
engulfed by the exquisite ride.

No care in the world
have these two
As they pass
in a blended hue.

Horse and rider seem as one
as they ride into the aproaching night.
Shadows cast as a uniformed vision
of angel and stallion prepared for flight.

Driven by love and mutual respect
for the girl and her mighty beast
Honed by sweat and hours of labor
these two are in a game where neither is least.