Hot embers on a blust’ry arctic night
Hardly a flicker, not a star on sight
Horned horse in my dream, unicorn so white
Pow’r and gentleness; signs the future’s bright
Hot beads flow slowly down my furrowed cheeks
Hard rhythms clock my gait; I keep abreast
Horn-rimmed glasses fall down my heaving chest
Fast he runs, I keep pace as the owl shrieks
Hot pursuit ends; I mount the one-horned steed
Hard work pays off, so to in my real world?
Horn held tight, we galloped, a spirit freed
On the horizon, the sun peeks, herald
Of joy and hope, signs of my new found creed
Of my new love, future I now behold!
© Vic A Evora


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over 4 years

Thank ypu Ben

Benjamin G. Sangalang
over 4 years

Beautiful imagery. Movingly optimistic.

almost 5 years

Thank you Jacky...
It was one of my first poems when I started writing again three years ago. I'm glad you like it.

Jacky Windell
almost 5 years

Unicorns have a very special place in my soul.the most magical purest creatures. Beautiful poetry

over 5 years

Thanks Mr Moonlight

Mr Moonlight
over 5 years

Love the driving beat!

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