The Beauty, The Beast & The Hag

You, the queen graced the chariot,
I, the mere horse carried thy.
Together we traveled far and wide,
Passing young and old all the way.

Some men held thy hand,
Some merely looked on at you,
None ever passed me as much a glance,
Nor even stroked my lovely hair coat.

You, the old queen sat on the chariot,
I, the mere horse carried thy,
“What a black beauty!”, said many,
“Who is the old hag?”, cried one and all.