War Admiral intensely concentrated on the track,
Flinging soil, adrenaline rising, exhilaration
Crowd screaming, neck in neck.
Everlasting rival, Seabiscuit winning
He cracked and ruthlessly clawed, aching.
A chance to be the one, lost forever in a dark abyss.
Rasping, blurring, hurling, lunging
Sounds of dying silence, ringing in the ears,
Precision, Snapping, bulging, shaking
Nervous roaring behind a binding gate of doubt.
Winning, losing, screaming, crying,
The race of the Century.
Seabiscuit cunningly positioning himself
Taking a tremendous lead
Taste of victory on his lengthy tongue
Astonishment among his gruel opponent,
Energy vigorously waking from deep depths
Soul champion, role model, winner.
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