Jewett had met her match
A fire she wanted to catch
She had just kicked the latch

She had grown tired of tame roads
Trite words timid foes lame fellows
So, she had sent for a horse

She had blackened anxious pages
Spilling all her life’s desirous rages
Querying all the dealers and the sages

Begging for a friend an intimate
Confidant a lover a soulmate
A heaven with no gate

And Sheila arrived a beauty
A wild and winged divinity
An heir to wind royalty

Thigh to flank heart to ear,
Bound to soar and peer to peer,
They lept flew shot trough fear

Together they were thunder
Ran and electrified the air
Drank a freedom pure and rare