Shadowfax

  This is a found poem I composed using the next to the last page of the White Rider in TTT.

Shadowfax

Chief of the Mearas,
Lords of horses.
Does he not shine like silver,
And run as smoothly as a swift stream?
His coat glistening and
Mane flowing in the wind of his speed.
Trotting gently forward, he stooped his proud head
And nuzzled his great nostrils
Against the old man's neck.
The horse of the White Rider,
"You are wise and swift
and come at need.
Far let us ride now together
And part not in this world again!"

- Namarie