[Namikaze~Sin]

In the mist, a lone horse stands,
Its jockey raises his quaking hands,
A burst of lightning stains the sky,
The starters bell; off they fly,
On wings of angels, they clear the jumps,
Heart beats, Hoof beats - Rythmic thumps,
Showing style with grace and class,
But these figures are left in the past,
Figures treasured but sadly lost,
Black Ice like diamonds shines through the frost,
A last-ditch jump, A crashing l fall,
Then, amongst the thistle grass,
Nothing. Nothing at all.

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