The Stalion

Tendons and muscles of steel
And the blaze of lightning in its eyes
White as the snow on the hills
And it's reins, that I hold, they are mine

This stallion and sword in exchange
For my heart and both of my eyes
The ravens of swift wings my sight
Surely now victory must be mine

Eight legged stallion of mine
Run with the speed of the winds
Eight legged stallion I stride
Run as if you carried wings

I paint thee with the blood from my veins
Images of origin long lost
I adorn your white mane and tail
With the stars that fell from the sky

A glade in the eternal deep dark woods
Midnight hours