As beautiful as a beast can be
As it raced along the track
The fluidity in every movement
The strength and curve upon its back
Each sinew was tightened and sheening
Glossy mane flew about in the breeze
Whispering along like a cloud in the night
Over fences it leapt with great ease
Mighty hands high, in perfect condition
Racing the last professional race of his life
‘Black Velvet' was a triumph in motion
Back to the stable and not a dry eye