Mirror (№ 319481)

I age up to my own growth picked up.
We headed South, kept the dust above the steppe;
Burian was Cadel; grasshopper pampered,
Horseshoes touched us, and prophesied
And death threatened me, like a monk.
Destiny to my saddle, I strapped;
I'm now in the coming days
As a boy, stood up in his stirrups.
Me my immortality quite,
For my own blood to flow ages through.
The right angle flat heat
I life would have paid self-willed,
When it takes to set
I like the thread on the light is not conducted.