Atop that stroppy bay afraid of his own shadow
Stroked his mane, whispered a name he didn’t yet know to be his
Gucci reins rustless led him into a russet coppice’s shade,
Bucephalus his name, his master would needs be Great.
He sated from the Indus;
Bathed in the Euphrates, famed for bound angels;
Smote Asia; stared down fierce elephants without breaking.
Alchemisland 
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