Brat, a trilogy, a horse, a woman and love

“ her icy scent “
Our voices crossed as the sixth moon waned
uniting old souls two ancient lovers
from eons long past
The dreams began on a midsummers night
when this spirit of the night rides her stallion
in the pale moonlight amidst the waves they ride
splashing along the shores for she and Brat
were born to be one
Her people still run with the wolf and are
bound to the pack as all were born to be one
Her people still soar with the eagle
traversing the heavens were born to be one
long before the coming of the horse
on moonless night with Star’s for light
she rides like the wind
high among the mountain trails
My spirit of the night will come to me
at the chilling hour my covers are warm
she will lay her head upon my chest
her lips like ice her body near froze
she will snuggle in close
our hearts will beat as one
till her lips be warm
her icy scent lingering through dawn
as we were born to be one
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