28 October 2012
Warm, alive beneath my seat, Stamping hooves are stamping feet.
Move as one, our flanks are near, A twist of reign for me to steer.
A bond so great of trust to bone, Ensures we'll never stay alone.
Hearts that pound in sync they thrash, Our movements always bold and brash.
No need for words or voice, just art, A touch of leg, you'll know to part.
A bond we'll have through dawn and dusk, Beyond our deaths and lifeless husks.
Horse And Rider. • Opuss № I