A fantasy god that roams the sky.
He rides his golden stead
across the darkened sky
Reflections of his armor
shoot down through air and night
The hooves, they pound a thunderous noise
that shake the rain filled clouds
It scatters raindrops down upon the unsuspecting towns
He rests his head in higher clouds
for now to lay his reign
His sleep is short
for passion calls
to ride through heaven’s plains
On and on he travels far
to do his noble deed
Always riding head held high
upon his gilded stead
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