Felarof - An ode to the father of the Mearas

Horse of the wilds.
Breaker of men.
Father of horses.
Eyes deep and dark
ever understanding.
Long lean muscles extend and return
under sleek silver-grey.
The power of your stride
creates waves in your mane
that break upon the curve of your neck.
And the smell of you-
of sweet summer grass
and cool autum nights.
Mansbane they called you
but you surrendered for one.
A proud mount
for a proud young man.
Who at last fell together.
A banner for a peoples,
in the land that you loved.
Father of horses.
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