Endlessly seeking what once was his,
he rides through the night searching pell-mell,
his destiny unknown and undefined.
His ebony horse speeds on two toes,
lathered, panting, fatigue’s sign tell-tale,
controlled by his hard master’s mind.
Grim tormentors in dogged pursuit,
their prophetic mission sent from Hell;
canines hungrily track as assigned.
Spurring his spirited steed forward,
night moaning with the presaging knell,
he cracks his...
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