I have a White Horse.
She is young and beautiful.
I once let her out of my House,
As I thought, with my plain and naive mind,
That her beauty would enchant the world.

I WAS WRONG.

She was attacked by the wild black horses,
Then captured by the evil human kind.
They used her.
They abused her.
They sold her.
The White Horse is wounded.
The White Horse is STILL wounded.

So I saved her from the devils,
By making her one of them.
I locked the White Horse in my House
And promise to hide her forever.

See, no more White Horse.
Walking out of my House,
There comes a Black Horse.
And she is the Queen.

She is the leader of all other wild Black Horses,
And worshipped by the evil human kind.
She is admired.
She is venerated.
She is feared.
The Black