Shadow Flame
He gallops, fast and furious
A cloud of dust, mysterious
The rider, black, a shadow-kin
He hastens, he is feverish
Now swifter rides the shadow-flame
Through field and town without a name
Then disappears without a trace
And no one knows from whence he came
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