Was it he that sparked his eye,
Flying across desert sands?
Was it he who caught his breath,
Glistening flight, fiery might?
Was it he that stayed his hand,
Capturing eyes, hooves of the night?
Was it he who held his gaze,
Catching ears, swiftly legs?
Was it he who brought the halt,
Giant and red, power and broad ?
Was it he who that touched his look,
Flaming coat, glaring gaze?
Was it he who stopped his ride,
Piercing neigh, shrieking cry?
Was it he who faltered his pace,

White snow is falling.

The white doves are singing.

The children are playing.

The dog is watching.

With all of these things that are happening,

The horse is only staring

From his lonely pasture.

No friends,

No grass,

No children squealing and playing beside him.

Just staring.

Only staring.

But the cat is daring.

He climbs the fence to the horse's scowling face.

The cat jumps happliy

Upon the staring horse's back

And gives him warmth.

A friend.

Majestically he stands grey
Against the shimmering snow
Wind crashing through
A long tail and mane

His nostrils flare
His deep eyes wild
Arched body laden
Upon legs of iron

Rousing storm
Pours down
The heavy snow
But gallops alone
Ironhooves Son of
Thunderhooves

Upon shoulders of mountains
Upon gliding plains
Red as mountains
Burnt as ashes
Hard as rock
Wild eyes
Amdor

Amdor
Keen eyes
Curved tail
Flared nostrils
Galloping hooves
Neighs like an avalanche
A son of the great Friesian

Red as fire
wild as flames
hooves of wind
muscles of steel
eyes of storm
tail of lightning
against barren lands
against midnight sky

his neigh
like eagle’s cry;
he leaps from unknown sands
dust clouds cover him
fiery as lightning still
runs through desert
plains

gallops on swirling sands
on dusty paths
comes forth:
Firehawk
The son of Thunderfire

Feathered hooves
pound on sand
shining white body
gleaming with the sun.

Black head plunging
into tumbling waves
high and curling crash
under trampling hooves.

Mane and tail
flow out behind
like ever sailing
blue seas.

Wild eyes like
raging storms when
they come upon
ocean deep.

Arched muscles under
Thick neck
Tarrant son of Thunderhooves
Gallops ever on.

Thunderfire
Great in stature
Tall above all horses
Strong are his muscles

And limbs that carry him
Dark is his coat
And fire is his eyes

Black mane and tail
Wind whipping through
Wind licking the feather of his hooves
Thunder
Releases when they pound
On the ground faster than
Speed of light
His neigh
Powerful as raging storms

Hooves of thunder
Eyes of fire
Thunderhooves
The Thunderfire

In the darkness of night
A white horse shining
In the moonlight
Running in the
Darkness of night

Pounding hooves over plains
Mane and tail flowing in wind
Jumping streams and logs
running faster than the speed
Of light his black coat shining
In the sun running like wind

On mountains steep
Crossing dried plains
Stallion red flaming
Leading herds
Claiming land
Of the wild
Fighting stallions
Taking mares
Giant red stallion
On mountains steep