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To get this one, make up a poem about him/her. Ends in 3-5 days.
Owner: ~Bast~
Horse Name: Cosette
Height: 14.2hh
Gender: Mare
Rarity: Uncommon
Poem: (Told from her point of view.)
Feel the roll and the step and the thud and the beat,
carrying you over land to the place where land and sky meet.
The whistle of wind that sounds through your mind,
the twisting and bending and turning of time.
Don't slow your canter, don't stutter your feet,
just keep racing faster to find what you seek.
It's on the horizon, like the pot of gold;
you chase and track, but never will hold.
And what's that you're seeking,
That you never will reach?
What's so important about that sight
to capture your heart and hold it so tight?
Don't slow your canter, don't stutter your feet,
just keep racing faster to find what you seek.
Your golden coat glows in the heat of the sun,
as your long legs flash faster in a race to be won.
But the prize is still further, just out of reach-
A still pool of liquid
On this waterless beach.
Don't slow your canter, don't stutter your feet,
just keep racing faster to find what you seek.
And further and faster, the roll and the beat,
you seem to shine bright in the desert's heat.
Your keen eyes strain forward
through thick hazy air,
and look for a flash to prove the water's still there.
Don't slow your canter, don't stutter your feet,
just keep racing faster to find what you seek.
But the sun now is fading and so is your strength.
The rays slip away and take with them the heat.
And the swirling airs still,
the mirage goes away.
Only your memory ever could stay.
Slow now your canter, your stuttering feet,
just keep clinging harder to the hope that you seek.
The moon is a kinder mistress by far,
she cools your coat and clears your heart.
Her soft light will guide you through this dark.
And there is the flash of water to drink
On the dark surface the moon's light
Seems to wink.
Slow now your canter, your stuttering feet,
You've found the mirage that held all that you seek.