The rider came from beyond the dawn
With a body weary but a spirit strong
And with him the day's morning song
On sable mare he had travelled long
To wherever his heart was flung
Where clouds and fear lowly hung
A sword bright as light to which he clung
Fatally known to those who it had stung
Unsheathed with still unmistakable hum
But the rider's end had finally come
All debts were paid and all deeds done
His recompense, his requested sum:
To rest forever with the morning sun
Ex Tempore LXVIII
M.M. — 28-Oct-2013
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