he lays in the reins

• iste soyle bir sarki:
  
  one more drink tonight as your gray stallion rests
  where he lays in the reins
  for all of the speed and the strength he gave
  
  one more kiss tonight from some tall stable girl
  she’s like grace from the earth
  when you’re all tuckered out and tame
  
  one more tired thing the gray moon on the rise
  when your want from the day
  makes you to curse in your sleep at night
  
  one more gift to bring we may well find you laid
  like your steed in his reins
  tangled too tight and too long to fight