Prompt:
On a stormy eve, when lightning splits the sky,
And thunder roars with a ferocious cry,
A lone figure braves the tempest's wrath,
A fearless rider, blazing a thunderous path.
Mounted on a horse, swift and bold,
With eyes ablaze, and a heart so bold,
They ride with power, a force of nature,
Through rain and wind, with unwavering stature.
Their cloak billows, like a darkened cloud,
As they charge through the storm, headlong and proud,
Their mane and tail, a tempest's fury,
As they ride on, with a relentless hurry.
With lightning crackling in their wake,
And thunder rumbling with each stride they take,
They ride with wild abandon, without fear,
Embodying the storm, loud and clear.
They are the Thunder Rider, a force of might,
Harnessing the storm's electrifying light,
A symbol of strength and untamed power,
Riding the storm, hour after hour.
Through darkness and chaos, they ride on,
A mythic figure, never to be outshone,
For they are the embodiment of nature's might,
The Thunder Rider, a tempest in the night.
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