A Thousand Silver Chariots Seeds of mist bloom i..

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A Thousand Silver Chariots Seeds of mist bloom into sweet morning light, And trees fill the wind with wishful whispers; Forsaking dreams of deepest night On thoughts of silver chariots, suspended from the moon. The clouded sky hung from the crescent sun, Casting mordant monsters upon the knightly mountains. But from the fading fire's might sparked hope in newborn light Igniting in the royal sky like crystal stars of old. Blinded by sheer brilliance from sparks that spoke of hope, Shadows thence were banished by the waking light of day. If only to return, waxing with the sinking sun To show us blazing beauties from a thousand silver chariots.