The tarnished remains of roads travelled,

laid abandoned and alone.

Kept company by mini beasts

and the glistening magic of cobwebs.

The wheels were dreamcatchers,

stealing bad auras and releasing good.

Rusty chains, the remains

of a soldier’s battle armour.

Stories it could tell

of journeys far and wide,

the only wish that remained

was that someone would return to ride…

…away into the sunset for one last time!