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Here’s to tomorrow And I am from yesterday Joined to the present Discarded by the future At least it's easier Than to believe The Hollow had been submerged in a dreary and dull afternoon, a thick canopy of grey cloud silencing the heaven-sent warblers and suffocating the sun’s attempts to permeate its essence. It snuffed out any possibility of a glorious, haloed entrance, so the dark stallion simply thundered into the Hollow at a relaxed and genial walk. Life had failed him; a blumbering coal stallion of gigantic proportions was not made for this world. His strength was much, but his mind failed to operate with intellectual prowess. He was handsome, yet those who were at first drawn to him were driven away by his strange manner. His motives were pure and unfailing, his loyalty was firm once developed, and yet none believed he could be of any use to them. Titan. Named for his size, but not for his heart. He strode with unfailing determination into the troubled cadre of the Gulls, his heart pumping the blood of his forefathers to the rhythm of his massive strides. Gnarled rear limbs tucked beneath his rump he halts, fathomless and somewhat absent eyes taking in the scene about him. A glint of light shows itself from the sun in his gaze, and the giant Clydesdale form is propelled into motion once more. Dinner plate hooves thump at the damp jaded grass and leaves, and crack against the stones that have been scattered across the Hollow as its granite and limestone were eroded. Teacup radars switch all about him, his "dumb" exterior giving way to the alert and wary personality of a street wise six year old, his weight and strength not always giving him an advantage in battle. Nostrils flare, a bright flickering of fleshy pink eradicating the illusion of the stark black he is otherwise cloaked in. They quiver for a moment, before expanding to make room for the fortissimo greeting to the Amazons. Here’s to yesterday To the grandeur and bravado That yesterday perceived And yet in tomorrow We may find its inner eye Blinded by selfish deeds |