Leaving the path early one morn
While dew drops and
Sunrise still adorn
My country home
I pause for many an early morn sound
Of twittering birds
Searching a meal in the ground
And night creatures returning home
Further on my eyes grew wide
To see a wood of tremendous trees
In heaven's arms their branches hide
And silence reigns throughout
The center of this wood held a marvelous sight
A small, splendid horse
Bathed in ivory white
A single prong at the center of its head
Grazing, it was, on velvet green moss
It sensed my awed presence and
Flipped its head with a toss
And looked into my soul
Large pink eyes knew my greed
It stood as a dancer, still and intense
Would it carry me off, as was my need?
Muscular flanks quivered in anticipation
I stood there as in a trance
Afraid that if I made one
Wrong move or quick glance
The unicorn would vanish.
After five minutes or hours time
The magical pony turned away
And I imagined a golden chime
As it melted into the air
Sinking to the ground, I wept bitter tears
For I realized then that there was no more
Of fantasy come to life
And knew I had nothing to live for
Without the magic unicorn.
I climbed the wood's highest tree
And threw myself from it
But the unicorn leapt up to catch me
Before I hit the ground
Only flashing, angry sparks