Taking a crack at iambic pentameter here.......
~*~Shadowfax~*~
From forts of ravaged rainbows and wrecked stars from the inverted tunnel of red dawn the new day's arrows glance from your hot coat of pearl and mithril, chasing my dry night and cleansing my tired whiteness all anew. Your pounding wakes the hollowed crust to hope your muscled haste fulfils my destiny. No master am I, and no beast are you partners we in this our fevered lunge our separate bloods and breathings merging as war's horns dictate our imperative dance. And when victory's dead tree blossoms fresh and all freed wastelands cradle their first spring and forgiveness is the song of life we'll cross the heaving waves still bound as one horse and rider, winged in healing space.
|