Perfect by nature

Runner of twilight,
Wild for a lifetime,
Cries of agony
Can not reach him in his trail.

Guardian of the forest,
A heart, true, but modest,
A shining light in the dark,
And a dark shadow under the sun.

And he runs with the wind,
There is a tale that he will bring,
Through the woods, empty by heart,
Trying to find the one, the true and only one.

A neigh now let loose in the air,
His scent and trail is everywhere,
All of these are conjoined in a creature
That was born perfect by nature.

All who oppose him should beware,
The wind brings death in the air,
Those who sacrilege the might
Of the forest shall perish.

Flora and fauna are his friends,
Peace and wisdom are what he sends,
And he sleeps under the great oak
That was born first.

Then he will run with the wind,
There is a tale that he will bring,
Through the woods, empty by heart,
Trying to find the one, the true and only one.

A neigh now let loose in the air,
His scent and trail is everywhere,
All of these are conjoined in a creature
That was born perfect by nature.