July Story Contest

The Midnight Mare
By: Breanna55555
Age: 11

There I see her
Proud and tall
She has grace
Beauty
And Stealth
She relies on the dead of night
Never seen, never heard
For she is the beauty of the moon
The stars
And the sun put together
Though she is never seen,
That doesn’t mean she won’t show herself.
And so, here I stand
Watching her every move
Her coat is as black as the night,
Her eyes as blue as the sky,
Her mane as soft and flowing as a flower petal
Her tail is a waterfall of night
She whinnies
She bucks
She dances as a flower in the wind
And then she stops
She dips her head
She stamps her hoof
She rears up
Her ears reach the sky
Her hooves paw the air
Her grace is so beautiful
Her beautiful magnificent
And then I know
For she is the Midnight Mare
And she is bidding farewell
She lands and rears once more
This time she flies into the air
And she reaches the sky
She lands, and then she turns and runs
Her run is sweet
Her strides are ling
Her mane flows in the wind
Her hooves strike the earth and leave no trace
She then disappears
And that ‘twas the day
She had shown her self
To a mere mortal