White Horses
By Melkur
Sat, 09 Feb 2013
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The sea is quick with the surging,
Impatient hooves on the loaded waves
Around the headland, herald of its coming,
The stamping of the great green-gold rush
Of the dark horses, pale riders to the crest.
Fighting free of the foam, just to be
As foals of the forward-looking prow.
Terrible unicorns to straddle the water,
Silver Alba represented regally,
Tossing their heads over the water.
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Beautiful Melkur with a hint
Beautiful Melkur with a hint of the oceans uninviting drama.
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