“Are you the one who gave the horse his prowessand adorned him with a shimmering mane?Did you create him to prance proudlyand strike terror with his royal snorts?He paws the ground fiercely, eager and spirited,then charges into the fray.He laughs at danger, fearless,doesn’t shy away from the sword.The banging and clangingof quiver and lance don’t faze him.He quivers with excitement, and at the trumpet blastraces off at a gallop.At the sound of the trumpet he neighs mightily,smelling the excitement of battle from a long way off,catching the rolling thunder of the war cries.