Tag: unicorns

Unicorns

A 2007 fantasy poem.

Unicorns:

They come in the darkness of the night,

The moonlight shining down on their pure-white coats,

They step into the pool of moonlight—silver hooves making no sound on the leaf-strewn forest floor,

Their white horns gleam in the moon’s light—they shine with a brilliance unknown to all,

They toss their heads, mane flying,

The moon’s light touching on it—making it shine,

Their tails swish back and forth—noiseless,

They walk through the forest, silver hooves noiselessly touching the forest’s floor,

They shine, they gleam, they make their presence known to us—by a silver hoof print in the dirt,

They protect us, though not showing themselves to us,

They are from myth and legend,

They are unseen guardian angels from the mist,

That is their home—and there they will stay protecting and helping us from afar.

Creatures of Magic

I love fantasy….dragons, unicorns, pegasuses, fairies. I find them fascinating. I have no idea how I came up with this.

Creatures of Magic:

Dragons soar in the sky—speaking words of magic to their brethren,

Pegasuses fly through the clouds—alighting on to each one,

Unicorns gallop through the mists of the forest,

Fires rage in the night,

Elves speak and sing of times gone by,

Mermaids swim through clear blue waters,

Dwarves pound hammers on to rock—they bring forth the jewels of a lost time,

Giants rage and bellow,

Wizards and witches cast their spells from the long gone magicks,

A lone werewolf howls at the moon—his cry heard by many but answered by none,

A phoenix bursts into flames—and rises from the ashes to begin anew,

Angels sing and laugh with merriness—the joy of life in their hearts and shone upon their faces,

Centaurs nock their bows with arrows of soft feather—they let them fly—high and true is their mark on their foes’ hearts—and with that victory is shown true,

The sun rises and falls—showing its brilliance to all,

The moon comes on—its white light shining on through the black night,

And with the passing of the golden brilliance and the white light,

The creatures from the Mythical Age of Magic pass into time and legend—and are never seen from or heard from again.