I. An Arcane Gift
A man came to me in my dream I was standing on a grassy green it was dark and hard to see except for him walking toward me the fog was dense and thick but I did hear a click his face showed no frown he had on a white gown covered by white cloak it was with rain soaked he was the Norse God Frey his hair was long and grey with a beard to match and belt with latch the light was near dim there was something behind him he pulled it softly then said 'woe' lofty it was a beautiful white steed no shoes did it need it had a grey tail it moved like wind in sail a grey main which swept and was neatly kept the beast bowed down to its knee he then handed the reigns to me and said, his name is Wraith but now, you must call him Faith he is now yours to ride the moors Written April 8th, 2002 © on Apr 08 2002 03:12 PM PST, Christopher J. Mason 0 • 12
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"A man came to me in my dream..."