Hardly even touching
Mantle of white snow,
Argent Horse is skirring
Through the sylvan road.
Striking silver sparkles
Turning into stars,
Hieing towards moonlight,
Cutting path through dark.
Streams of brilliant snowflakes
Company its way,
Trees with crystal branches
Farewell its short stay.
Blessed who’s ever seen it,
Let flash it through the heart,
Heard this mystic allure
Dazzling mind apart.
Soon the moonlight gateway
Will vanish in the night,
Giving road to Racer,
Hiding precious light.
The Horse will disappear,
The Gateway… and the Road…
And only Moon will guide us
To lusted fulgent vault.
Hardly even touching
Mantle of white snow,
Argent Horse is skirring
Through the sylvan road…
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