Prancing Beauty

Prancing Beauty
By Ronsa

They took me and they trained me and though at first I hated all,
in the days and weeks and months since then, I've come to love this stall.
At the start a kidnapped prisoner tried all she might to gain escape,
she was fearful all they wanted, was to ravish and to rape.

But my prison has become my home and my jailor needs no keys,
I am his to do with as he wants, whether to torment or to tease.
I've relinquished all I had in life to become his favourite thing,
a pony he has trained to trot and canter 'round the ring.

My polished leather bridle bears "Prancing Beauty" as my name.
My Master/Trainer whispers that one day I'll be his fame.
He plans to keep me training till he knows I've reached my best,
then he'll show me and display my skills, let them put me to the test.

His training whip and so harsh words still pain me every day
sometimes I feel his eyes ablaze when I fail him in some way.
But when I get the lesson right his smile shows so much care,
that's when I know I'm happy too, for I know he loves his mare.