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.
Felarof.
Father of horses.
Companion.
Friend.