With wild mane he stands in stature.
A natural pride, absolute in rule.
He swallows all in stare.
All those who procrastinate.
He blends in the mist.
Swift like the breeze.
He no longer wanders around.
Aimlessly striking.
He searches the sky.
Alter in heart
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