It's tail fanned out behind it,
It's mane flew out like a flag,
It's eyes glinted in the half light
as down the road it ran.
It's fur was a blanket of shadows
that coated this horse of night,
Where it trod there was darkness,
and where it trod there was light.
The carriage it pulled was just as dark,
made of black metal and wood,
The carriage is hidden from mortal eyes,
until beside it you stood.
The driver was all but a mystery,
standing up on the roof,
guiding the horse with a twitch of the reins,
taming those wild hoofs.
And off it goes ...
Into the sunlight ...
Shining ...
like a beacon.
