The Horse

Slender pillars hold it up,

Rocks are at the base.

Banners flow behind its crest and end,

Two towers twist and turn,

Two beacons blaze and burn,

With starlight and fire.

A loud and piercing sound is heard,

Thunder rolls in its wake.

Tamed it is by only the brave,

Companioned by the gentle few.

Wild and free it dwells,

Under the setting of the suns and moons.

A cry is heard again.

It rises upon two pillars

And throws back its crest.

Its banners fly.

It challenges the wind,

It challenges the osprey.

It flies once more.

Thunder rolls as it crosses

The sea of green.