Midnight Trek
The inky night engulfed us like a shroud.
In moonlight, soft snow glistened indigo.
Leaves danced about, while wind did softly blow.
The shifting shadows cast from ghostly cloud,
inspired my horse to whinny clear and loud.
So I spoke words of comfort, sweet and low.
We kept up through the night, taking it slow.
We reached the hospital by morning light,
not letting my friend die without a fight.
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