The Eternal Name

Chariots carve the earth, their wheels echoing
through times fragile throat.
Horses, fierce and fleeting, charge against the wind,
their breath a rebellion, their strenght the boast of mortal men.

But what is power, if not a shadow of the unseesn?
A name whispered between the stars,
etched into the bones of the mountain.
In this Name, the earth trembles,
not in fear, but in reverence.

The hooves of horses falter, their gallop a question,
Answered only by silence, chariots crumble into dust.
And still, the Name rises - an eternal pillar against the tides of what is and what was.