With a coat like spun moonlight, a creature of grace,
The white horse he stands, a legend in this space.
His muscles ripple beneath a pearlescent sheen,
A mythical image, a dream half-seen.
His mane, a cascade of flowing white strands,
Shimmers like snowfall in ethereal lands.
His eyes, pools of deepest blue, hold a mystical gleam,
Reflecting starlight, a luminescent dream.
He steps with a lightness, barely leaving a trace,
A phantom on hooves, in this moonlit space.
His whinny, a whisper, soft on the breeze,
A melody carried, through rustling leaves.
He carries no rider, his path his own quest,
A guardian spirit, where shadows find rest.
Across fields of silver, beneath the pale moon,
The moonlit steed wanders, a celestial croon.
So sing of the horse, cloaked in ethereal light,
A creature of magic, a mystical sight.
May he forever roam, where dreams take their flight,
The moonlit steed, a beacon in the night.
About the Creator
mahmoud elsaad
Available!
Keep reading
More stories from mahmoud elsaad and writers in Poets and other communities.
Comments (1)
Such a wonderful poem! I enjoyed it!