• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 11
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Black Beauty

Uneasy, spirited creature,
I feel your anxious repose.
What ails you my beauty?
Who treats you so cruelly.
that fear is evident in your
dark brown eye?
You will rise up and find rebellion.
One day you will be free.
Break out of your chattles
and gallop away.
To a better life.
Where no man will haunt you.