THE BLACK
By Rose G
Disclaimer - These characters all belong to Walter Farley, and I have made nothing from writing it.
A/N- This was oringinally written for Goldophin's wonderhorse, Dubai Mellinium, the greatest horse I have ever had the privalege to see race, when he was retired after cracking a cannon bone. Thank you, Mellinium and Frankie.
As a colt, you were something special
So much faster than the rest.
At one, you were chosen for greatness.
Named Shetan, Arabic devil
Favourite for the big race,
Loved by all, fearing none.
Then you were loaded onto that tossing ship,
Pulled a boy to freedom from a lightning storm
Raced wild on a desert island, Alec by your side.
Then taken to Flushing, far from the desert air.
Alec had the jackpot, the horse that others sort.
That colt was you, horse of Arabian dreams.
Sprang into a match race, fast as the wind.
Two others stood in you way, Cyclone and Sun Raider.
Once you run, once you won.
Then ben Ishaek came, and took you back
Miles from the boy you loved, the man who trained you.
And Alec rode you in the desert race.
You beat Sagr, and fulfilled your destiny.
Then ben Ishaek said 'Stay.'
Over sea came Satan, your colt,
As your owner kept his word.
That colt turned on Henry. Satan,
Son of the desert, racer of the wind.
They sprang him in the Hopeful,
Claimed the triple crown, yet no one
Could replace you in Alec's heart.
ben Ishaek you killed with fury and so back to Alec you came.
An entry in the International, beaten by fire
And you led the charge to saftey, Satan at your flanks.
Then you lived on a stud farm, Satan beside you.
Black Minx won the Derby.
You raced to save the farm from bankruptcy,
Beat Casey and Eclipse in the race to end them all.
And made Arabia proud, with Alec on your back.
And now in your box you lie,
Alec outside working Satan's son, Henry around.
Do you still hear the crowd roar for the champion they loved?
Tipsters scream the odds, short for the favourite?
And does Alec wish he could ride you again?
And does old Henry cry at night at the thought of all that lost speed?
And do you dream of that strip of dirt and the wire,
Where destinies are spun, and fortunes are won?
Your racing is done, but now your colts race and their colts too
The Black, your speed will live on.
By Rose G
Disclaimer - These characters all belong to Walter Farley, and I have made nothing from writing it.
A/N- This was oringinally written for Goldophin's wonderhorse, Dubai Mellinium, the greatest horse I have ever had the privalege to see race, when he was retired after cracking a cannon bone. Thank you, Mellinium and Frankie.
As a colt, you were something special
So much faster than the rest.
At one, you were chosen for greatness.
Named Shetan, Arabic devil
Favourite for the big race,
Loved by all, fearing none.
Then you were loaded onto that tossing ship,
Pulled a boy to freedom from a lightning storm
Raced wild on a desert island, Alec by your side.
Then taken to Flushing, far from the desert air.
Alec had the jackpot, the horse that others sort.
That colt was you, horse of Arabian dreams.
Sprang into a match race, fast as the wind.
Two others stood in you way, Cyclone and Sun Raider.
Once you run, once you won.
Then ben Ishaek came, and took you back
Miles from the boy you loved, the man who trained you.
And Alec rode you in the desert race.
You beat Sagr, and fulfilled your destiny.
Then ben Ishaek said 'Stay.'
Over sea came Satan, your colt,
As your owner kept his word.
That colt turned on Henry. Satan,
Son of the desert, racer of the wind.
They sprang him in the Hopeful,
Claimed the triple crown, yet no one
Could replace you in Alec's heart.
ben Ishaek you killed with fury and so back to Alec you came.
An entry in the International, beaten by fire
And you led the charge to saftey, Satan at your flanks.
Then you lived on a stud farm, Satan beside you.
Black Minx won the Derby.
You raced to save the farm from bankruptcy,
Beat Casey and Eclipse in the race to end them all.
And made Arabia proud, with Alec on your back.
And now in your box you lie,
Alec outside working Satan's son, Henry around.
Do you still hear the crowd roar for the champion they loved?
Tipsters scream the odds, short for the favourite?
And does Alec wish he could ride you again?
And does old Henry cry at night at the thought of all that lost speed?
And do you dream of that strip of dirt and the wire,
Where destinies are spun, and fortunes are won?
Your racing is done, but now your colts race and their colts too
The Black, your speed will live on.