The perfect horse

I saw her dark Grey head
as she looked at me and by her groom was led.
there was a glimmer in her eyes
and her unfaultered beauty made me sigh.
she was in perfect rhythm as she flew
there was a shriek from the stands , and then I knew....
this once beautiful creature now twisted and torn,
had died from running for which she was born.
tears filled my eyes as her lifeless body was dragged away
how could this have happened? the crowd soon would say.
this beautiful creature had won her race
but because of a lust for money no one would ever again see her face.
I went to the blue room which she had been contained and now just her bridle remained.