Over the trees,
And to a shadowy dusk place,
Were the sun never rises,
Lurks a creature,
It would stay there all day,
But if you wait till night,
When the goblins rise out of there caves,
It will gallop from its hiding place,
It is leader of the herd,
King of everything,
The herd will run with all there might,
But it catches them,
I am the black horse.
C. Alton
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