King to Be [open to all good horses]

No mind, no form, I only exsist,
Now ceased all will and thought,
The final end of Natures dance,
I am it whom I have sought.

A realm of Bliss before, ultimate,
Beyond both knower and unknown,
A rest immerse I enjoy at last,
I face the One alone.

He knew that there were some of his kind that only came here to put on a complete show to win mares for themselves. Saberdoria was his name and he was Pheonix's named heir. One day he too would be a king, but he wanted none of the attitude and things that others seemed to see that came with the ttitle. No, he would be who he was raised to be. A good leader who did not fight often, and who was always just in his judgements when one was needed. There was so much that others saw the position to be.

Sure it was a powerful thing to be, but the lands chose their kings, not the stallion's choose them. He was one who respected that balance and after spending a few weeks with his grandmother Bel Bel, and also with his aunt, Bella, he understood many more things than even his father knew he did. Now though he was enjoying the wind as it carried him on his powerful light chestnut wings through the sky, overlooking the wide lands surrounding Alaknanda.

He wheeled around though, seeing a good place to land and wait for mares to come. Back the way he had come he swooped, looking for that spot once more. Wisdom told him that it was a good place for pegusas horses to meet, and he would wait out how long it took for others of his breed to come. Though he would prefer that his mares were pegusas like him, he knew that some would not be. After all, he himself was half hellion. But he was a good horse and his hellion side never showed at all. There was no reason for it to rear its ugly head from the pit in which he had buried it, deep inside himself. It was then he spotted the spot that he had seen and he dove quickly towards it. None of the horses below escaped his hawk like eyesight.

Black daggers hit the ground with noble grace, the half white pillars taking his wait smoothly. He folded his long chestnut wings tightly to his sides. His white whipcord flicked as he landed, sending a few flies away from him as he raised his head, moving onto the slight ridge that he had found. He knew that they would come. His white mane and tail were a mixture of flames and hairs seeing as he did not really want the flames, so the hair was the predominant thing there.

I have crossed the secret ways of life,
I have become the Goal,
The Truth immutable is revealed,
I am the way, the God-Soul.

My spirit aware of all the heights,
I am mute in the lore of the Sun,
I barter nothing with time and deeds,
My cosmic play is done.