As black stallions rage across the valley
Their hooves carrying the golden dust
Sets on old, empty, useless containers
Forgotten and abandoned by time to rust

Wind blowing through ebony mains
Muscles upon muscles stretched to their limit
Free to roam about wherever they please
Very enchanting, you have to admit it

No beast, no drover could ever stop them
Vibrant and energetic creatures they are
Halt only as the adrenaline calms
Their goal to reach the heavens so far