I galloped on my pale ghost steed,
Above the broken battlements,
I lead wan legions at flank speed
Across the wind swept continents.
My hands are white and all of bone,
My horse as sheer as ashen gauze,
I rule now from the dragon throne,
A throne that’s built of dragons’ jaws.
Above the sandy shores of Time
I ride and ride, my gray host send
From polar realms to balmy clime
Upon a trail that will not end.
Look on the winter’s midnight storm,
At snow swirls that go spooling there,
Then at your hearth so bright and warm
Know that we teem upon the air.
Now mark my men of cloudy white
Each marshal column, silver bars
That streak across this winter night
And ride until we storm the stars.
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Submission Name: The Dragon Throne
