White Poem

Borne upon the white steed;
prince of all horses,
sits the White Wizard,
more powerful than before.

A brilliant white light
brighter than the sun,
shines all around him
stunning the enemy.

His white cloak
flys all around him,
billowing like sails
in the howling wind.

His white staff
gripped ever so tightly,
used with the same efficiency
as his gleaming sword.

Gandalf the white
he is now called,
the white light permeating
even the darkest depths.

Evil has nowhere to hide,
for even one small light
can scatter the darkness
and forever drive it away.

- boriel