How Long A Time Lies In One

Their Savage Eyes Turned To A Modest Gaze By The Sweet Power Of Music.

No Evil Lost Is Wailed When It Is Gone.

For They Are Yet Ear-kissing Arguments.

Beauty Within Itself Should Not Be Wasted.

His Neigh Is Like The Bidding Of A Monarch, And His Countenance Enforces Homage. He Is Indeed A Horse.