noble horses sent into the void
contorted and changed within
then called back in a shimmering blaze
of black or sometimes white heat.
From a rune or a chant
there could appear,
depending on a rider’s taste,
a colt, a broodmare, or a stallion
be either warm-blooded or cold-blooded,
many hands tall or a few hands short,
with coats and manes of black or white
as often is the rider’s ideal.
But the only contorting that could occur
was that showing on the surface;
the essence within remained.
Heads filled with thoughts of fight-or-flight.
Heightened sense of eye and ear.
ability to see legs and feet unseen.
The urge to speed and gallop,
reaching destinations sooner
than if journeyed on foot.
And like real horses
the feeling that compels
faces to approach,
sniff, and nibble.
back into nothingness.
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