Desert Dancer

With a coat like moonlight, a sleek, sculpted form,

The Arabian stallion weathers the desert's storm.

His head held high, with nostrils that flare,

A spirit of fire, a creature so rare.

His eyes, like dark pools with secrets untold,

Reflect ancient journeys, on deserts of old.

His mane, a soft waterfall, flows silver and bright,

A banner of freedom, in the fading sunlight.

He dances on hooves that barely touch ground,

A whisper of grace, where silence is found.

No thundering charge, but a poetry in flight,

The Arabian stallion, a desert delight.

He carries his rider, a bond forged in trust,

Across burning plains, where legends turn to dust.

His spirit untamed, by bridle or rein,

A whisper of wind, on the sun-baked terrain.

So sing of the horse, with a heart full of fire,

A creature of legend, with a soul that inspires.

May his dance on the sand, forever remain,

The Arabian stallion, a king of the domain.