Protecting Her Honor

For the Poetry Challenge

Maine black  as coal, shining at twilight,
coat slick, painted like ebony shadows and light.
Hoof-beats pounding, resounding through the night
ta-la-lump ta-la-lump, nostrils flare, he takes flight.

The great arch of his neck~ majesty and power,
his eyes filling crimson in this broadened dark hour.
Ears pinned back, they followed the sunset to devour
One horn a'front his head, their bounty, wealth's shower.

Those men on white horses, they were after his rider,
each one dreaming, sickening thoughts, to slip beside her.
They ran for their freedom, their lives, forbidding to tire,
but she felt the stallion's breath, 'twasn't long for the pyre.

She leapt from his back, stood fast in the center,
standing with a blade, a glare... daring them to enter.
The first one came, she would not be his tenure
with one swipe, he came to regret that venture.

As three more followed close behind, 
she took one, with her blade, right in the spine.
The other two however, tied her hands up tight,
they tore at her clothes, the following sound... divine.

A burst through the bush, they didn't expect,
eyes wide, his lips, fresh off of her breast.
He followed one horn down, the beast~ lowered his head
One rush, blood spattered, the man was dead.

Just as the other stood to run from the scene,
one horn slashed, he hit the ground, and s c r e a m e d.
As he cut her ropes, his black horn... beamed,
there'd be no more running, or so it seemed.