Stanced Stallion

Hoisted heels in rhythmic jive
familiar to woven wits weilded by plights
smogged emotions sans drip
bulwark birthed by lilting lambency.
A coda:
a filly shighed a shudder

Undauntedness bewitched it
velocity crazed by fury
politics seconding the blitzkrieg
elongated thrills seeped in whoopee

Death met with the struggle
stanced stallion oft trample
sans splotch, sans sting
sans spree, sans souci.
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