Lone phantom of the Ages--
Mastery dreamt of by paupers and kings.
Ne'er one save The Ghost Warrior dare ride!
Thy dauntless Soul bearing
the luminous fires of Prometheus--
Forever answering to battle's haunting call.
Distant thundering of righteous Gods
beating your bold heart
to the ceaseless rhythm of Eternity.
Thy echoing hooves so nobly blest
by the gift of Mercury's wings--
Liquid silver running o'er the plains.
Immortal guidon of restless nomads,
Sages weeping to grasp Thy wisdom,
Garnered truly through such lucid eyes.
Captured fleetingly by the Artist's brush,
Stabled lovingly in Man's treasured tomes,
Forever living and never dying.
Pounding down through time;
Solitary witness to the pursuits of men,
And privy to the realms of Angels.
© 1998, 2003 by Barbara Dunn Reeves
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