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Hooded, cloaked, obscured from sight,. Riding through the dead of night,. She may never stop to rest or play,. From the dusk of night to the dawn of day,. A message, she bears, marked on her skin,.
He was a dark and stormy Knight, tempered in a skin of steel. He rode upon a pale horse, the devils spurs upon his heel. It's hoof fall burning colour, into fading shades of grey.
80 miles an hour down the motor way. Radio 1 blaring out tangy tunes that makes me feel like one of those vibrant, indie people who live everyday as though it were their last.