**Twilight’s Turn**Paint a vivid picture of a sunset race, where the rodeo queen and her horse become the focal point of a fleeting, golden moment.

Twilight’s TurnPaint a vivid picture of a sunset race, where the rodeo queen and her horse become the focal point of a fleeting, golden moment.

It wasn’t the land that made cowboys—it was their untamed spirit.

In the fading light of a dusky sky,

A rodeo queen rides swift and high.

Her stallions mane, a river of gold,

Together they chase the sunset bold.

Dust clouds rise as hooves pound the ground,

With every stride, they dance to the sound.

The air thick with warmth from the setting sun,

In this fleeting moment, their souls become one.

Shadows stretch long, weaving tales of grace,

As twilight paints beauty on natures face.

Her laughter rings clear, a melody sweet,

In the heart of the race, where the wild spirits meet.

Now with the stars as their guiding light,

They conquer the twilight, embracing the night.

For time holds no sway in this vibrant flight,

Two souls on the cusp of the dark, take their flight.