I see a lightning stallion

Black against sunset
Mane crackling blue
Hooves of thunder
Voice like the wildness
Of a thousand angels.

I see his darkness shiver

Dance the dance of ending
He shifts, ever restless,
Striking sparks across the earth
With iron prancings
Flint landings

Skittering across reality

Like forty thousand raindrops
Caught up in yesterday's winds
And running curtains
Over souls long-parched
Thirsting for beauty.

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