A wizard wouldn't say that he's more than a man; and a horse wouldn't say that he's less.

the hooves of Shadowfax
pounded the brown earth
forty four times

as the old grey stranger's
cloth wrapped feet
took a single step

yet still he drew closer

the stallion's heaving lungs
bellowed misty smoke
clouding the air

Shadowfax would suffer
no man's saddle
on his muscled back

but was this only a man?

the bearded one's eyes
cloaked under hood
shone like a fire

on valley breeze
he seemed to float
like a chess board rook

meticulously dancing the meadow

when paths finally crossed
in a meeting of minds
Shadowfax found purpose

and the Grey one an ally

The End

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