Sounds of Thunder,
Comes rolling through the valley.
A wild army of blackness,
Marches onward 'till no end.
Amidst the wall of darkness,
Lies a sparkle of light.
A white bolt of lightning,
On a black cloud.
A coat of white silk,
Travels ahead of the rest.
On his way, over distant lands,
Not having to worry.
But what lies ahead,
On his distant journey.
The rest follow behind,
The leader of the pack.
Awaiting every command,
Of the White Stallion.
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