The white wings of the wild horse spread,
Bringing the world out of shadow.
Where the hooves of the wild horse tread
What is not becomes what is.
The ever watchful eye of the wild horse roams
Over all, as all becomes an essence in the midst of darkness.
The wild horse sees the man become a man.
The wild horse sees the woman birth a child,
A child that will bring the end of all things.
As the child grows amongst hatred and darkness,
Kindling a fire that will destroy all that is pure,
The wild horse knows that soon it will come,
Soon his white wings will break
And never again will he fly.
Soon will the essence dissolve,
With the coming of more shadow.
Shadow that will not be lifted.
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