All the black horses
	running, running
Thundering, shaking the earth
	with the sound.
All the black horses
	trotting, trotting
Floating and flying
	not touching the ground.
All the black horses
	walking, walking
Tall ships sailing
	on a grassy sea.
All the black horses
	standing, standing
Peaceful, serene
	reaching out to me. . . .