Thunder that calls us all to battle
The power of the fight that hums through our veins,
Iron laced muscle covered in heated silk,
The surging body that heaves against the reins.
The effortless movement that trembles the earth,
Speed and grace, passion and joy.
Nothing in this world could ever replace,
The complete abandonment of worldly treasures,
For wealth beyond all known measures.
The divine creature that beneath me pounds,
Hooves that move to no heard sounds,
Drumbeats lost on timeless plains
Race away before the rains,
Challenging the wind,
Oh the victory that is ours,
Not taken away by minutes, or hours.
But seduced by time eternal, unyielding,
A flame-covered sword the master is wielding,
Smiting his vengeance upon those lesser mortals,
Who dare to cross such hallowed portals.
Mountains covered in darkest ice
Bear no meaning to such sound vice
And though the war continues to rage
No fear will strike one so brave.
Heart so full of honor and truth,
Spirit uncowed by ignorant youth,
And so on this path of strife laid out by fate,
Driven by need, nothing can sate.
So set in its course,
Thus travels the horse.
Honorable mention
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