When the stars lose a
bit of their shine
And it comes down on Earth.
A horse will rise.
A horse white as moon.
With a mare grey as a
thundercloud.
Its hooves will sound
like thunder
When it canters across
the night sky,
Its coat glistening in
the moonlight.
Its eyes will reflect
the lightning
Which strikes the earth
when the horse neighs.
This creature of light
and shadows
Can only be seen by those
Who rise in the light of
the full moon.
