Death Because death is never an ending only a beginning disguised, so the skeletal knight rides a white horse with red eyes- Let the old king die, let the high priest grovel for a little more time- the children know that a new sun will rise and so bring flowers to Sir Death, that courteous knight, who looks almost surprised by a gift, and reining in horse, gently passes them by-
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