Delirium

He rides like the wind.

Through the semi-darkness of dense brown forests, filled with timber.
Through wisps of mist amid trunks as wide as a house.
Arching above him, blocking off all sunlight.

He is a blur, screaming past lush green meadows
Over gentle undulating hills, with sheep grazing in the distance.
Under blue skies with puffs of white clouds lazily rolling by.

He squints into the distance, in the bright sunlight.
His next waypoint, his all important marker.

Excitement!

...

He rides like the wind.

Towards one goal.
Occupying every part of his heart, every minute of his day, every thought in his mind.

Enraptured, for the last few moons.
Heightened by the thousand leagues between them.

He can sense her presence. Drawing him to her.
Closer, with each passing moment.

That fleeting glance, the child-like innocence.
The sound of her laughter, at His Majesty's court, two winters ago.
How he has longed for it to echo in his ears again.

Anticipation.

...

He rides like the wind.

Pushing, driving, willing his steed farther.
A sleek black shadow, beautiful to behold.
Two bodies as one, flying through the night.

Rest is unbeknownst to them, halting only for food and water.

Thundering hooves flashing past, leaving barely a whisper in their wake.
Riding harder, faster, as he nears his destination.

Hunched over the mane, his mind is alive
His eyes focussed; on the road ahead and where it leads.

Delirium.