🌠 Horse of the Star-Winds 🌠 Under a blanket of endless night, Where constellations hum their songs, The Star-Wind Horse runs freely— A spirit woven from ancient dawns. His coat is carved with swirling fire, Marks of tribes who came before; Each spiral holds a heartbeat, Each line a long-remembered lore. He gallops through the dreaming sky, Hooves touching worlds unseen; A bridge between the Earth below And realms where ancestors convene. The elders say he carries prayers Across the dark, unbro