Hope - Part One

for you, m ------------- pale horse led by shrouded spectre through foggy thicket dark days behind them illuminated by soaring ember skies saturated soil slick under their feet impeding their ascent leafy shelter their only escape from the rainy elements their trek is treacherously long, winding over the countryside days on end, not another living, breathing soul in sight the spectre locked in inescapable conversation with his mind rationalizing the pain and loss given and taken without ask muscles sore, aching back, throbbing feet, gasping lungs resting against damp bark, drinking water from a leaf looking, his eyes piercing through the thick foilage a sign of life comes to him, the humming of a muse's song a lady in white, aimlessly about, content to herself her fingertips gently caressing both flora and fauna stumbling over a tree root, her majestic dress soiled the spectre witnessing, rushes over, aiding her recovery her arm draped over his neck, rolled ankle hindering her steps taking her fully into his arms, he seats her atop his steed back on route to new life, the company now made three her inquiries met with silence, not so much as a name spoken destination reached, he retrieves the damsel from on high carrying her through the inn threshold, to her rented loft dressing her ankle, elevating it and massaging away discomfort his eyes fixated on hers, remnants of his past reflecting out == see part two ==