Eternal Cavalry

Beneath the golden sky, where time stands still, A silhouette of valor, a tale of will. Three steeds, their hooves a dance of ancient grace, A flag aloft, a symbol of their race. The rider, bold, with purpose in their stride, A beacon of strength, a timeless guide. Clouds part like curtains, revealing the dawn, A scene that whispers of battles long gone. The light, a painter's brush, strokes the sky, Transforming shadows into poetry. Each horse, a guardian of history's lore, A testament to courage, forevermore. In this moment, the viewer finds their own, A reflection of dreams, a path unknown. For in the eyes of the rider and steed, Lies the spirit of all who have ever dreamed, And the promise of journeys yet to be seen.