He did not seem unfamiliar to the path
on which he led his black horse.
But his presence I had never noticed
on the trail I knew so well.
Good day to you, Stranger!
What brings you down this weary road?
From where have you come?
And where
will you be going?
Good sir,
I am no stranger to this path you toil each day.
At each sunset in which you've cast your head down
and reawaken continuing the same,
I have been there.
As I have been
when
the last sun rays melt kingdoms
weary in their destruction.
He follows, though I ride him not.
So the stranger moved on
and I,
having not noticed his presence,
was left
in the shadow his ebony companion
had left behind.
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