Description
In Sistine's hallowed halls, a vision rare,
Rides free in nature's garb a maiden fair.
Upon a steed, majestic, proud, and bare,
A godly dance, beyond compare.
Her skin, a canvas pure, untouched by clothes,
Glides over muscle, sinew, equine grace.
Around them, painted walls in stillness pose,
Yet in this moment, time and art embrace.
The horse, hot blood, so strong and wild,
Upon it shines bright natures child.
Their dance, a spectacle to open heaven's gate,
A blend of dream and truth, of chance and fate.
In this chapel, where seraphs dare and softly roam,
The horse and maiden, in the ether, find their home.
Their journey, silent, speaks in hues and light,
A naked truth, unshackled, bold, and bright.