The filly nestled against the mare
Sheltered in the stable, safe
From her side, soon gone too swift
Out into the night to ride
The storm approached in dreadful howl
The Stallion and colt long over due,
Mare out in the dark did seek
to home she sort to lead the two
The two took shelter early break
The mare rode out far too late,
and at its peak the storm took hold
Lashing out at those far too bold
Days the storm raged and by its peak,
the weathered mare, drawn and weak
found the pair, her mane torn so
her spirit high, her body low
By time the three made back their way
Only two breathed air, the third waylaid
The stallion broken on that day
the colts stall empty by dawn next day
The stallion stood over filly tall,
half the man he once behold
gelded by the fall of mare
No longer riding far or wide
The filly holds him up aside
Ride no more sweet mare,
Ride no more Stallion fair
Filly mourns to silent grave
Till Colt returns once more
