Stallion’s run ahead of time. 

I came across such a stallion.. A warrior. 

Wild, untamed and soft at heart. 

Prancing through the evils and holding his head high. 

Never an eye to eye of madness, but ever so the strength of capturing every bit through the corner of his eye. Beautifully wrapped into the coat of a worldly hope, a stallion that made every reflection of maybe who I was. Holding on to his thought, I tried invading through his being. Wondered, why every word I spoke told about me and absolutely nothing about him. Stallion’s cant be tamed, but stallion’s can be owned. 

This one though, had been taken.