Boundaries

Galloping in our dreams
And living in our hearts
Famed beast of old
Fabled creature of the myths
Hidden in the shadows
Of our modern minds
Piercing through our darkness
With its spiral horn
Nudging into truth
Where only myth had lived
Guarded by the dragons
Of the misty past
Runs the mythic horse
And bids us come
“Catch my mane and mount
Flee the night of drought
And ride unto the day!”

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