Was it a man or woman?

This tale tells not,

For one does not tell, 

What is shrouded in shadow.

A race was performed, 

In the light of the moon,

From the start of the road,

To the saddened detour,

For this race was more of a dance.

Was it man or woman that I was against?

I don’t know.

Our trust in our mounts was assured,

That much is true.

For we each circle each other,

With utter surradance that the other knew.

We kept pace and circled,

Higher speeds,

And still we race.

From the town,

Through villages,

And into the city,

We danced.