His eyes are like mystical legends:
What stories they could tell.

Strands of silk is his flowing mane;
It rises and falls like waves.

Graceful is his body, and yet strong;
Majestically does he walk.

His streaming tail is like a flag;
Proudly he carries it.

Like flint upon steel are his hooves:
When he runs, fire flashes.

Powerful is his wild trumpet call;
His neigh, a thunderclap.

He travels on the wings of the wind;
The pace he chooses is swift.

My endurance is great, brave is my heart.
Who am I? I am the horse.