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“the horse rears. the blade stays up. he does not get off.”
Ascendant.
Flame for hair.
Grin locked.
Arms open in the vortex.
Then the sword.
Violet blade.
Gold grip.
The horse white-violet.
Blue fire in the tail.
Gold on the hooves.
Rear legs down.
Front legs up.
He did not flee the flame.
He mounted it.
The larger face in the smoke does not ride.
He does.
Fire Horse Rider is the tragedy of the burning seat.
The flame is not the end of the ride.
It is the crown and the blade.
The Castle does not open for the one who gets off.
He is the Homunculus who closed the soft road by staying reared in the fire.
Sealed form. No further transmutation.
The lunar would jump.
The moon-scorched would burn with the mane.
He grins and keeps the sword up.
He is the Homunculus the cycle could not unhorse.
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