night horse

[kath3]

and so, with grim
and mournful heart, when my time does befall,
I stumble through this dense forest,like a
painted hall, ; dark wing of a hospital,
each tree a door concealing pain, until
I find you here again, my companion, my
sole survivor, my one other night horse.

I enjoyed your poem, and felt it in my heart ... though with a contented sadness.
Love your words ... especially the bolded ones.