Death To My Stallion

Pride, my stallion charger
With the finely-crested neck.
He who balks against submission,
He who storms and can't forget.

He who thunders to his own defense
And screams a bitter battle call,
Squealing like the skewered swine,
Made mortal by a slight offense.

Pride, my gorgeous nightmare steed,
Who smatters all my earthly chains.
On fiery wings he bears me high,
And madly frothing to conquer the sky,

His very rider he'd seek to devour,
This blinded cannibalizer of power,
So 'ere the end of each fatal ride,
I murder my stallion, my bittersweet Pride.