A Dream

Horses attack wolves, three and three

The first horse white, saddle empty,

Lord of the others

From between forested hills they pass to freedom

Escaping to make battle with wolves

Who conspire against me with a great wild cat

The wolves and cat are taken unaware

The horses rear up to strike

The cat, it flees

The wolves charge away, 

Away and at me

I struggle to close a door 

Against their snarling chief

Like Fenrir, a monster, evil

I hope for saving horses