Eternal Cavalry

Beneath the golden sky, where time stands still, Two riders rise, their silhouettes a hymn to will. Horses in motion, hooves that dance with grace, A flag unfurled, a symbol of their race. The sun descends, its light a fiery thread, Weaving through the clouds, a tapestry of dread. Yet in this dusk, where shadows stretch and play, A timeless bond between the earth and sky. The riders, steadfast, gaze beyond the veil, Their armor gleams, a testament to their tale. They are not just figures, but a living myth, A beacon of courage, a symbol of truth. In their embrace of the horizon's edge, We find our own strength, our own inner pledge. For in their journey, we see our own, A path of resilience, a soul's unbroken song. Eternal Cavalry, a vision grand, A call to rise, to claim the land. In their shadow, we find our own resolve, To ride the winds of change, to never yield.