In the Winds on horse they came
penned in rhyme a fable when
Time was slow and myst was low
to the ground. Galloping echoes
ride by Knight in sight of a lighted
sound bright bounding leaps of
stride in chime they came. Four
Rivers Dark.Water flows in step
they ride again returning to sea
knowledge deep of Matters show
unseen known sounds in the ear
and we fear not what we Are,
when we hear. Our Wind Again.
Dark in Waters always Present
We Came to Be...
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