The first time we met,
When the sun was faintly brimming,
Astonished, with soft arms
You necklaced me; dangled were your feet.
But I was carefree, as you were childish;
I wore no saddle, and should you no sadness.
Thus I trod away. Gulped you the damp grass.

One day not long after,
When I was from a fountain drinking,
A man in fur vest came, an axe in hand,
Claiming his the woods, and asked for my horn
If I was to stay in his verdant home.
So I became a wanderer,
Roaming without magic.

The day, my dear child,
When the sun was faintly sinking,
Exhausted, with tired eyes,
You caressed me; trembled were my feet,
For you were weary, as I was muddy;
"Good horse," You murmured, "You're as bright as the dusk."
Then you walked away. Drowned you the deep shades.