Black Blaze
Clouds filled with thunder cracked their sound;
Tree tips were snapped with sharp lightening.
Under the mayhem was a man made barn
Branded with red paint, now soaked with rain.
Inside was the transaction of a being to life. 5
A blessing of innocence was gracing the stable;
Something no evil soul could deny its truth.
The power of a mother to produce life.
An elderly mother horse on her last birthing,
Lie on her side, throbbing. 10
She squealed in the midst of pain she found familiar,
Waiting for its pass.
The farmers took on doctor gloves,
Aiding the mother horse.
They tugged at the legs of the new gift 15
To the world.
Slowly but surely pulling to completion.
The mother Stallion rocked her head,
Feeling every inch of her newborn leaving her grasp.
She sustained calmness,trusting the farmers hands. 20
Out slid a baby horse
Covered in pink sticky remnants of his mother.
Taking no time at all it rose,
Looking to get rid of his helpless aura with a firm posture.
Its legs snapped straight at the presence of lightening. 25
Its head ascended at the beat of a thunder clap.
Its tail whipped like the rain against the barn
A majestic Black Stallion stood.
In a pool of pride and arrogance,
As if it knew it would be born 30
And how it would make its grand entrance.
Covered in Black Blaze.
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