Big grey wonder, gathered as a cloud
And when the cloud bursts, torn apart
Instead of thunder, the pounding of hoofs
With lightning energy. Grey cloud travelling fast
In the wind, tossed through the hair of the storm
The sunlit rider tossed on the travelling mountain.
Invincible the cloud, the thunder coming closer
To burst after dark into a sunlit day
A promise of glory in the iron gray cloud.
The promise faltered, was torn apart
The spurt of speed in vain
Storm dying with the painting of a wonder
That no brush stroke captured
Grey horse with clouded hide fallen
Stained with green and torn to shreds
The thunder gone
No mountains move in animation before our eyes
The game goes on.