Given by Starlight: A Myth of Horses

Claire Hutchinson

Liberty University

Midnight pierced eternal by the lights

An icy steed gallops through the maze,

Steady past the ancient, silvery phase.

Then ebbs far off, far past the sights,

But even now it has not lost the fight.

It glistens same again in long, lost phrase,

Forever finding place among the days,

Of a story told oft throughout the nights.


Where now do falling stars lay to sleep?

If one so bold will seek an answer,

To see what has been left for us to guard.

Now seek it close, hidden in forest deep,

Though dead and gone the star leaves us a transfer:

A creature blessed and held in great regard.

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