The War Horse's Tale

(Blessed are the Meek)

The War Horse's Tale

My owner knows me well

For, He made me

So perfect His heart does swell;

My mane I let strange hands caress

In times past when I knew much less

But after time in battle spent

No other hands can calm my fears.

My owner knows me well

His voice commanding me to heel

When I advance to strike the enemy;

Slow to vex, my Lord and King

Protects me first

Helping us win.

My Owner named me first,

All other names mere accolades,

We charge through hell and all her gates

Without a scratch,

In these blood baths

my beauty never fades.

surreal poetry
Cathy Ben-Ameh
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