The Centaur Poem

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A creature of grace, both man and horse,
A being unique, a mythical force.
With human torso, and equine rear,
The Centaur roams, without a fear.
A symbol of strength, both brawn and mind,
A creature of balance, of a rare kind.
With hooves that thunder, with arrows true,
The Centaur's prowess, a wondrous view.
With wisdom old, and skills of war,
The Centaur stands, a leader to adore.
A creature proud, with honor high,
A being born to reach the sky.
But also gentle, a healer's touch,
A creature kind, with a heart so much.
With loyalty strong, to those they trust,
The Centaur's presence, a gift so just.
So hail the Centaur, a creature rare,
A being of myth, beyond compare.
A symbol of strength, of grace and might,
The Centaur's legacy, a timeless sight.