The Soulriders I

Your mane frolics,
As wind rushes by,
With hooves of wonder,
As if it were to fly.


A Beauty so,
And a Beauty so,

O’er the lush green,
Under the brilliant skies,
Through the hollow woods,
Thy soul cries.

I knew,
A fable to be told,
An endless journey,
To be unfold.

As You carry me,
Along with You,
Through distant lands,
On washing sands,
Across the blue,
And Irish isles too.


To stand against him,
The very incarnation of blaze,
As I,

Fate has brought me,
For I’m the sister,
Of four,
Guardians of “Her”,

It is Her who hath created,
This enchanted paradise,
And it is him,
The vice,
Whose hand rots,
Our home.

“O! Great Bravebird,
Shall Thou be my ‘bond’?
As We shall conquer him,
With my wand.”

By the guidance of
And your virtue,
Our wishes may come true,
The devil may be gone,
But not for long…

Will call forth,
The millennia,
Of a Thousand wars,
On Our soil.

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Crazy, introverted, shy and inquisitive! Has a passion towards coding, and loves animated movies :PI'm 15 and a half, if you wanted to know my age
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