Three golden horses,
Each one claiming to be,
A way bit better than the other,
Each one wanting to be,
The heir to the throne,
In a kingdom governed,
By a mere slab of flesh
Still green and raw
Yet expected to preside
Expected to choose...
Over what may lead,
To paths laden with torment,
Pain, anguish and distress
Ultimately yielding, rewards unfathomable
Three golden horses,
All impressive in their pose
The first out obligation
The other affectionately close
The third so calm and collected,
Has he the wit to make this verdict
Or can he find a way through it
But deep inside, he knows
When the time comes,
There can be no dallying
He has to decide
He has to decide
For the heart of man
Can only be split so far
Will it be the one he cares for,
Or the one who’s never left his side
Can he learn to accept the unfamiliar,
Which will it be?
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