Interparate this as you will. Reviews will be much appreciated!

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A thunder clap, a lightning bolt,
A ghostly wicker, a silver mane,
The motionless body of a colt,
Howling wind, driving rain.

A rolling stone, a rushing stream,
A stamping hoof, a swishing tail,
The transparent suggestion of a dream,
Whirling snow and pounding hail.

Blackened ground, darkened skies,
A growing feeling of despair,
The milky pallor of a dead horse's eyes,
The smell of fear in the air.

No spoor, no trail, all signs are hidden,
No silver hair from a shining mane,
No sign of the horse that was never ridden,
And never shall be again.
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A/N: I've fixed the spacing, hope it's easier to read now.
Blessed Be,
Andaren xxx