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Upon a silver horse, Comet rode through the sky
His mount's hair flying up, around, behind him,
In glorious, cascading light
The likes of which
The world beneath him
Had never seen.
He urged on his powerful, space charger
Charting his course to the left,
Around, behind the planet,
Exulting, soaring beyond
Until the world below him,
Was the world behind him,
And he moved on.
The stars dimmed, acknowledging his superior light
And his charger dropped silvery hairs glowing,
burning, in its wake,
A trail of fire fading, dimming
So that the world behind
And the stars they passed
Would not soon forget.
To other planets, Comet journeyed
Guiding his horse between, above, beyond
Through cold space, streaming
He wheeled his beast,
To re-enter the solar system,
The familiar cycle to repeat. |
