The race

February 21, 2010
By Anonymous

Steam rises from hides gone damp,
Foam drips as mouths champ,
Steel-shod hooves strike the ground,
Chain mail makes a chiming sound,
Through the cool night hours the knights ride,
A silent, thundering, golden tide,
Proud golden stallions run as one,
Their riders racing the coming sun,
Called from the past to join the fight,
Summoned to lead the forces of Light.

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