Thunder's Glory

From afar I hear a sound -
Steady rumble of the ground.
Dust is rising, growing near -
Beat, O heart, though gripped with fear!

Storm is coming into sight;
Slowly shadows turn to light...
Thunder's Glory closing in -
Companion to a hellish wind!

Ride the storm, almighty steeds,
Like winged arrows through the trees!
White-rimmed eyes and wind-torn hair;
Piercing cries now fill the air!

Hooves are flying o'er the ground -
Hard into the earth they pound;
Not a thought for where they land
Or what they crush into the sand.

Running blindly through the night,
They hardly need the pale moonlight.
It glistens off their flowing manes
Like rows of opals in the rain.

They stampede by without a glance,
And dance the most exotic dance.
Excitement coursing through my veins,
I watch them storm across the plains...

Settle dust! The sound grows dim...
This Vision now is at an end.
Mirage? No, this 'twas surely not -
For dreams as this are seldom caught!

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