The Lore of Hedge Wizard Samael of Elysium

Horses ran across our field of dreams,
all dappled, grey and pink and roan and bay,
a few with bardings. Some wild. Strange. It seemed
some force had summoned them. No-one could say
where they had come from. Hardy, broad of back,
I watched their eyes. Suspicious. Some had horns,
some muttered spells. Some reared for the attack
or ran away. One got into my corn
and ate the lot. This he did soon regret,
but when I laid upon my healing hands
he calmed. I stood to mount. He said,”Not yet,”
and bade me follow as he left these lands.
Now with the herd I wander free as guard,
until they all range towards their final yard.

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