Running Thunder

I had a dream so vivid, I thought it must be true. I took it for history, with my pen I'll pass it to you. There was once a Warrior of Storme. Bred to battle was he. Rode a horse called Eadayo, the thunder that runs free. Telia, the fair maiden whom the Warrior was destined to love, came to him in darkness broken only by the moon above. High price the Warrior paid for everyman' she desire, to win ...