a hunting

a love poem - to unicorns everywhere

Ignore the roses' glory lass -

for this purpose you were born!

Virgin princess - you are needed

to catch the elusive unicorn!

I stumble as if to music -

for I know the sordid truth.

That abstract love burns brightly -

in the hearts of maiden youth.

I’m a secretly broken angel -

so this magic I can’t perform.

I was seduced by boyish powers -

by clownish fumbling I was transformed.

I’ve been avoiding hateful mirrors -

for unwelcome truths they seem to know.

I can but join this dull adventure 

and a hunting we will go.

Author's Note

all comments welcome