My horse chuckled,
swaying this way and that,
expecting to travel
through the frozen flat,
but the reigns turned right,
to travel the woods,
My partner neighed and slacked
but than understood,
a runaway man and
an outcast horse,
found by a man in the woods,
This man in a hood spread out the sun,
made stars give their lightened fun,
though the people with torches and stakes,
they were the ones with the final mistake,
freedom isn't free,
they were given a price,
while this hooded man made it right,
the man and the horse fought the good fight,
gone as they were, into the night,
the war was fought, the war was won,
the human gave his horse his last final words,
and the horse gave its human its last nudge forwards,
that night they slept, the ice over them leapt,
as each together let out their last breath.

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Swiftly now child, you will see them abound,
leaping over rocks waiting to be found,
but you must swear to never tell,
that man is me, and that horse is my Bell ~