Flashing manes and swishing of tails, the game is on.

Littered shards surround and illuminate my soul

Masterpieces flowing from nothing.


Mount and decorate me a crescendo of untruths

Trembling shudders that linger too long

A void of darkness restored again and again

Purity through blended shades.


Do not release me unto a mournful silence

Carry me forth into streaming lights

Without hesitation where many become one

Where deception is unseen and prayers remain unsung


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