No common horse,
I could think of nothing of more worth,
His hair was a healthy bay and lovingly coarse,
His eyes were set with such brilliance,
He had so much resilience,
Divinity passed over with no warning,
For everybody was crying,
For in an awkward way, he had been born into mind,
He was definitely of a rare kind,
He ran the Leader's Line,
I was going to bawl my eyes out and whine,
I had just seen him a few moments ago,
I felt retardedly slow and low,
Say it were not so,
Divinity is a symbol of fragile life,
For in Heaven, he will thrive.