A 2007 fantasy poem.
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.