Unicorn
Standing in the mist made by dragon flames,
Standing in the mist made by dragon flames,
Donna Layne Roberts 1994
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She snorts in fear of the human hand,
She stands in trembling fear,
Shaking her long silken mane,
Her horn of magic dust, shimmering in the dusky night,
Wizards and warlocks wish to own her,
Cultivate her long silken hair as bane against a dragon's breath
her horn is the dreams of all those who seek fame.
The unicorn hides in fear, even though her protector is near,
The silver dragon that all men have feared for years,
Her head and heart is weary from the fear of humans,
Her tears silently fall into the waterfalls of the mist,
Where her protector lies sleeping for he keeps watch
With the night for the legend has it, to keep her magic
One must capture her in the full moon light's shine.
She waits for her protector to wake from his deep sleep,
waits for the morning sun when she can run
in green pastures deep unbidden by her fear.
