Eclipse of Eternity

Beneath the moon's pale gaze, a rider ascends, A white steed, a crimson cloak, a heart unconfined. The city sleeps, yet wakes in shadows deep, Where dreams and destiny entwine, a silent sweep. The rider's eyes, a mirror of the night, Reflect the stars that dance in endless flight. The horse, a living sculpture, strides with grace, Its hooves upon the earth, yet bound to space. The city's spires reach for the heavens' light, A tapestry of stone and ancient might. The rider's path is marked by shadows cast, A journey through the heart of time, at last. The moon, a silent witness, watches on, Its glow a beacon, guiding the lone. The rider's soul, a flame that burns within, A beacon of hope, a spark of sin. Oh viewer, see yourself in this grand scene, A rider on a quest, a journey unseen. The moon, the horse, the rider, all are you, In every step, in every choice, anew. For in the depths of night, the soul takes flight, And in the rider's gaze, we find our light.