My Sweet Midnight.

in the Dark night,  She was alone,  wasting away ,in her very own home.
on her soft bed of shavings, she fought back the pain, but all over her efforts, were sadly in vain.
pressed to the ground, till morning broke threw, her body was found, it could not be true.
barely she breathed, a breath so faint, nothing they did, could save the dying paint.
a whinny marked the end of her life, nothing could save, my sweet midnight.
she galloped to heaven, her soul started flying, her hooves were pounding, the angels were crying.
her fur shone bright, as she stood snorting, under the pale moonlight.
her wings started growing, her halo was gold, she was shrouded in warmth, she shook off the cold.
she lifted her wings, pumping the air, she flew threw the sky without a worry or care.
a shooting star, across the night sky, a twinkle arose in her soft brown eye.
her ears perked forward, as she watched down below, at all the people shed come to know.
her body was gone but her soul still remains, she waits in heaven to mean again.
shes brushed and groomed and of course well fed,  before the angels she bows her head.
her pain is gone her suffer released, she pranced on the clouds, her anguish had ceased.
although she is gone, she will dearly be missed, she knew in her heart, it was time for this.
her time had come, she she had gone, away with the wind, to a better place, where she belonged.
so she says goodnight, and flies away, my sweet midnight died that day