The Fantasy White Horse and the Moon

 

In the still of the night,

 A white horse appears in sight,

 Its mane flowing in the breeze,

As it prances with such ease.     

A creature of pure fantasy,

 The horse gallops gracefully,

 Its hooves barely touching the ground,

A sight that truly astounds.

The moon shines bright up above,

 Casting a glow upon the horse's pure white love,

 Together they dance beneath the stars,

Creating a scene that is truly ours.

The horse is a symbol of purity,

The moon a symbol of tranquility,

 Together they create a vision,

A moment of pure imagination.

The horse disappears into the night,

But the memory of its beauty shines so bright,

 Forever etched into our minds,

A moment that forever binds.