On the night of new moon at the midnight hour
under the cover of darkness
The Black stallion came with sleek,silent power
No one knew of his being there because of his quietness
He is a horse wanted by all men
As quiet as a shadow, as black as the night
He is as wild as a mountain lion with the speed of ten
He runs like a river in full flow with a instinct to fight
Of this great horse nobody knows
For his speed and beauty have kept him wild
I have seen him fight his enemies, and kept his colts on there toes
But with his young fillies he's sweet and mild
This wild shadow no one has caught
is hunted daily by men in saddle, on foot
he is the wildest of horses but none can ever be told.
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