"From Heaven I Come"
by Alexander Beedy
As I run to the sun - my hooves pounding the wind
The darkness of night remains aft yet creeping forth
The mist bellows from my nostrils cracking the incense of sin
And by my host - I fervently stay the course
With each gate I feel the pending and ominous fate
The dreaded cries of lost souls and new remorse
This - my call - this - my place
For I am for I Am, I am the white horse.
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