Togehter We Move

Together we move,

Leaving traces of grace.

Steadily we follow the path of the unknown,

Untouched.

Concealing my emotions within the mane,

Slowly our decisions have been made,

Executing confidence in each stroke.

Though bid me not, I am not vile,

My actions do not clash like the horns of rams.

Quick tempered is not my place,

Fighting to the death I do hesitate.

This isn’t my face.

For I am guided by the hooves of grace,

                                                       Followed by my own race.