For Carrie by Kat Staunton

For Carrie

by Kat Staunton

Black Beauty, running free, So much power, so much speed. Your feet are placed down with such care, But you could kill her who dare, To lay a finger on your mane. He who caused you so much pain. Yet you take this life with grace, No sign of torment on your face. Your mane and tail, so long and free, Are what you know you cannot be. The sun shines golden off your coat, Enchained Beauty, the men do gloat. Fear surrounds this man made place, Anger shows on every mans face, And yet with great humility, You surrender all your dignity. Your head so proud is now hung low, You want to be free, but theres no where to go. Your heavy iron feet hit the ground, Anyway, anyplace, with an industrial sound. Your mane is pulled; your tail is cut, Your spirit is broken; youve had enough. Till someone comes to set you free, Youll suffer, in silence, this misery. Black Beauty, Running free, Rescued now, youre safe with me. Its been a while; youve learned to trust, That evil kind you hate so much. But youll never be the same again, A mind is altered by a bodys pain. I showed you love like youd never known, I made sure youd not be alone. Its over now, the story ends, Much to the sadness of all your friends. We saved you from man, twas the least we could do, And it wasnt man with his claim on you. Old age is stronger than love of hate, No one can save something once its too late. Black Beauty, leaving me, But at least in death you are finally free.

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