Eternal Triumph
Reflection
Beneath the golden sky, where dawn and dusk entwine,
Two riders rise, their spirits bound in time.
Horses of power, hooves that dance with grace,
Carry the banner of a timeless race.
The flag unfurls, a symbol of the soul,
A beacon of hope, where courage does not fail.
The riders, poised, with crowns that gleam so bright,
Lead us through shadows into endless light.
Their journey is ours, a tale of might and will,
A testament to dreams that never still.
In their gaze, we see our own reflection,
A mirror of strength, a promise of direction.
The horses, noble steeds, with hearts of fire,
Carry the weight of our collective desire.
The wind whispers secrets, the clouds bow low,
As they ascend, where freedom does not know.
This is not just art, but a call to rise,
To claim the heights, to conquer the skies.
For in their image, we find our own strength,
A reminder that we are more than just length.
Eternal Triumph, a name that echoes,
A reminder that we are the architects of our choices.
So let us ride, with courage in our hearts,
And claim the skies, where dreams are born and start.