Upon the back of mighty steeds
from the crest of the waves,
hooves thundering on the sands
echoed from the caves.
Caught up on wings of flight
cast into a realm of black
to join Pegasus in the sky,
with thunderbolts on his back.
Orion, the hunter, stalked his prey
As the seven sisters sparkled bright.
Cassiopeia on her throne,
goddess of the night.
Flying on with billowed sails
on currents of the breeze
to secret gardens and hidden treasures
beneath the ancient trees.
Resting under a canopy of stars,
Soaring over canyons deep,
Boughs whisper eternal secrets
as mossy willows weep.
Mountains rise to touch the clouds,
Streams gurgle from endless springs,
Birds sing their vibrant songs,
Eagles spread their wings.
Shadows dance on the hills,
shrouded by clouds of night.
On the canvas dark and bare
darkness gives way to light.