Dawn

Young dawn rises in the east of the sky racing on it’s stallion of light.  He has come to baine the shadows of night and raise the shroud of the darkest of times. Though The beast of the shadows will take the field against the day it shall fall back into it’s eternal dark home until the day is tired and must unmount the of stallion light once more.  Until dawn rises once more in the eternal struggle between light and dark.

 

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