A horse with a coat
of night sky black
and a soul of purest white,
his spirit one of wild stallions' fire.
he rules the planes,
his herd the strongest,
with mares aplenty,
and their foals of the wildest blood.
And as the herd runs, Their spirits fly,
as they glide over the grassy planes,
and leave everything behind-
as they fly free
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