Just before the last leaf-fall of Autumn a horse may be heard galloping through the canopy of trees. Leaves call it the Horde of Death. Coincidentally, among the trees it is known as the Promise of Spring. But even fewer have heard the Wind calling his steed by name, which is - Wind.
Dream time, together forever The fierce Sun burns the Earth, the fierce Sun burns as it were, as it will. The beast observes, as then, as now. The fierce beast, the fierce Sun, two burning hearts, two hearths at this moment, eternally.