The War HorseA ghost horse,Galloping swiftly.True is his loping gait,Steady his eyes of living fire,Burning and heaving his muscles workToward his destination.Drumming, drumming, drumming...Amidst the war cries of battleHis disposition stays the same.Nothing can touch him;Nothing can scare him.The warrior on his backRides the wind.Across the desert plains,Against the setting horizon,Through the coming blacknessOf the inky night.You can barely see him,His mane and tail fluttering,His hooves skimming the ground,Drumming, drumming, drumming...Away, away, you war horse.With you your rider is safe.
Being a Friend Need a friend? Got your back.
Another Lifetime, Death? Sweet s t a l k e r, Say, "Your second spirit."
Sign of Lecture Starting "Hey, when I was your age..."
Threat? "I'll kill you if you suicide."
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