All the stallions.

There's a cascade of stars are on your brow
In winters longing breath like ice
And time is knowing all but sleep, would come with sacrifice
amidst the moons distressing stars Where all the stallions running bare Would leave the night with one's
sweet kiss, a lasting one compare
For nothing but your knights strong
hold, could leave on eyes A story
told Where maidens dance in cherry
hills And compliment the sun by rise In the subtle closing of your eye's