Like a shadow on the wall,
Running through grassy fields
Dotted with pink flowers and white daisies.
A piercing cry,
Clear as a whistle.

He roams his valley
With a pelt as dark as night,
He runs like a ghost on the moors

They invaded his secret valley,
In their noisy jeeps and 'copters,
Rounding them up,
Now slaves to humans

He thundered down a hidden path
Mane flying, hooves kicking,
Hatred burning in his eyes

A challenging cry, noble head raised
The Stallion glowed like a jewel.
He moved with grace and power
Under his coal black pelt

They came like hyenas, circling around
One command came, one shot rang out.
Defiance showing in his every move,
He fell.

The Midnight Stallion,
Soaring on angel's wings.

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Please excuse the strange formatting... I wrote some of these when I had no idea how stanzas should work (the Unicorns included).