Poem about the horse.

As electricity pulls the water.
As a magnet attracts metal.
I pulled myself to you.
You my sweet horse, your eyes are so shiny.
Your mullet so smooth and soft.
When you come riding so time stands still.
Yes, everything stands still when you and I come galloping through the attic.
And when you whinny so gather all the world's horses around you.
That's why I call you the horse of power.
You can also get the dead plants to grow again.
And you can make the time to go backwards and forwards.
But the best thing about you is that you are just my horse, and even if you leave me someday.
So I want you to know it, you will remain in my heart.
And when my time has come and you will meet me up there so we can ride together again forever!
And you and I will rule the whole world together.
Dropping all horses free tormented and have it bad.
 
You my Thunder King.