By sands that shimmer, sun-baked bright,
A steed of fire, a wondrous sight.
Coat like satin, night's deepest hue,
A stallion proud, the desert's due.
His mane, a torrent, windblown and free,
Eyes like embers, wild and keen they see.
Muscles ripple with each powerful stride,
A heart of thunder, a king to confide.
Hooves that pound the endless dunes,
A tireless spirit chasing moons.
He carries warriors, brave and bold,
Across the sands where shadows unfold.
More swift than falcons in their flight,
A loyal friend through day and night.
From scorching sun and burning wind's sting,
The desert horse, on tireless wing.
His whinny, a song that poets praise,
A legend whispered through desert days.
In tents of nomads, stories told,
Of courage, freedom, desert gold.
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