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| A poem I originally wrote for someone who wanted 'something' about unicorns. I really like the way it shaped up, though it's not my best work. |
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Muzzle raised to the moonlight,
Almost translucent in the starsilver,
I held my breath to see it, but no avail;
Its ears pointed my position, and
In trembling thought it stood;
Frozen by fear and longing.
It shifted, in the silver light
And turned to flee, away.
Without thought, I cried
"Don't go!"
But he went, his moonlight flanks
And starfire tail rippling,
Silvered in the silence,
His hooves making no sound on the moss,
And my own heart
Drowning out the sigh of the stream he had drunk from-
Fool.
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