Eternal Cavalry

Beneath the golden sky, where dawn and dusk entwine, A silhouette of valor rises, a vision divine. Three riders, bold and free, their spirits soar so high, Guided by the wind, by the flag that flies. The horses, noble steeds, carry the weight of time, Their hooves a rhythm, a dance of rhyme. The riders, cloaked in shadow, yet their essence shines, A tale of courage, etched in the light of the divine. The flag, a symbol of hope, flutters in the breeze, A beacon of freedom, a call to the free. Each rider, a guardian, a keeper of the flame, A testament to the human spirit's unyielding name. In this moment, we see ourselves, in the riders' stride, In their quest, our own journey, side by side. For in the heart of every soul, there lies a spark, A cavalry of dreams, ready to embark. So let us rise, like the riders of the dawn, With flags unfurled, where the battles are won. For in the eternal cavalry, we find our place, A symphony of courage, a timeless embrace.