He rides in bravely glowing,
bringing his musky smell of dusk,
galliant in the nightfall,
he carries the spirit of camelot,
with his horse of white stardust,
scattering sleep on young eyes,
He wraps himself in comets tail armor,
to begin a daring fight,
to knock away the darkness,
catch each falling star,
and battle in the sky,
He checks the strings that hold the stars,
and blows blue icy breath upon the clouds,
his powerful steed of white stardust,
whistles to the trees,
When the sun approaches they paint the sky,
then ride past the purple~pink clouds,
into the blazing orange morning sun.
