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