The sire stood between the giants

Tall pines and evergreens

Reaching to touch the sky

Oh how still everything seemed on this night

It was almost enough to set

His heart a flutter

With the faintest zephyr

Gallant he paused

Standing cannon deep

In colorlessly pallid cascading snow

He remembered

How he cherished this time of year

When he could gather many others

So close to him

A Charcoal coat littered with white

Like powdered sugar atop brownies

Gentle, chocolate eyes

Gracing everything upon which he gazed

Such a majestic sight!

With a light spirit

He tossed his cranium lightly

Lifting up his body

Letting loose his mane

Holding his banner high

He reared

The pleasant ringing of bells

Filled the air

Green and red ribbons

Wrapped ‘bout his shanks jingling

Bright flashes of Emerald and Crimson

Tossed about his nape amid the ebony

And through the streaming tail

For this twas Ribbon’s favorite time of year…