• The desert winds stream through his mane,
    His piercing eyes, the weak hearts’ bane,
    His gesture beckons: “come, come”
    As hooves on sandstone drum, drum!

    His blood pure red from ruthless suns,
    Distrust from all is easily won,
    His neck in crest, he leaves them dumb,
    As hooves on sandstone drum, drum!

    A dust-dance pattern, speckled gray,
    He quickly steals one’s breath away,
    His courage lasting, his heart strong,
    As hooves on sandstone drum, drum!


    No human hand has touched his face,
    He’s full of cunning, wild, grace,
    Dare this rogue! Come take him on,
    As hooves on sandstone drum, drum!

    ‘Reckless Mirage’, he is named,
    For man and beast that phantom’s slain!
    He’s unaware of all his wrong,
    As hooves on sandstone drum, drum!

    His feet alighted on birds wings,
    Mirage only leaves mysteries,
    He comes by dusk, he comes by dawn,
    As hooves on sandstone drum, drum!

    Reckless Mirage, the fierce and brave,
    Steals all the lovely mares away!
    He runs with daughters, runs with sons,
    As hooves on sandstone drum, drum!

    His spirit lifting like a bird,
    Mirage gazes at his herd,
    Not concerned of what’s to come,
    As hooves on sandstone drum, drum!

    Daring, stallion, dancing, bright,
    “I challenge all within my sight!”
    The wild wind echoes his song,
    As hooves on sandstone drum, drum!