Horse

In hues of ebon and pearl, an artist's touch,

A canvas unfolds, revealing a scene so lush.

"A Syce Holding Two Carriage Horses," it is named,

A masterpiece crafted, as if dreams were framed.

Upon a verdant meadow, bathed in golden light,

A syce, noble and strong, stands with all his might.

His presence commands attention, a guardian's grace,

In silhouette against the sky, a stoic embrace.

In his hands, reins held taut, bridles kissed by the breeze,

Two carriage horses, sleek and statuesque, at ease.

Their noble heads held high, with eyes both kind and wise,

Exuding strength and beauty, a sight to mesmerize.

The artist's brush dances, strokes with tender care,

Capturing the essence of these majestic pair.

Their coats, a symphony of ebony and ivory,

Blend harmoniously, a sight of perfect sensory.

With every stroke, a tale unfolds, untold,

The syce's loyalty, a story of untamed gold.

His hands, weathered by life's journey, worn and wise,

Embodying devotion, a connection that never dies.

The horses, noble creatures, embodying grace,

In their eyes, a deep wisdom, a gentle embrace.

Their presence stirs emotions, an enchanting sight,

A synergy of strength, an eternal flight.

Oh, how the canvas breathes, alive with every hue,

A testament to the artist, skilled and true.

For in this painted world, a tale begins to unfurl,

A syce and his horses, bound by an eternal twirl.

So, let this painting speak, its colors sing and dance,

And let it stir our souls, with its captivating glance.

"A Syce Holding Two Carriage Horses," a masterpiece rare,

Forever capturing a moment, suspended in artistic flair.