The Weather Sucks

So, I have tons of stuff to do, but I wrote this today and it needs to go up.

 In The Mist

Without a saddle

I've ridden for too long,

The trail's dust ridden

And lined with dead

Crusted oaks-

I've lost my warmth

And my clothes are

Damp and worn.

Brown hat on top.

I can only trudge on,

Mocked by the Daevas

Casting their forms

Upon my back.

This mist wood will

Be my battle match,

But I've got a light to

Search for-

Perseverance will

Prevail.

PLEASE, let me know what you think. 

I have come up with a new idea...I'll post a poem...then the next time I post one I'll talk about what the last one's inner meaning was. What i'd like to happen is for my followers or anyone reading to leave me a comment and tell me your interpretation of what I wrote. I like when the creative juices are flowing. Hobey-ho.