Standing there,
Right in front of
Your very eyes.
A single horned,
Hoofed creature.
White,
Tall,
Slender,
Mystical,
Magical,
Beautiful.
It looks at you,
With very mysterious eyes.
Its gaze captures you,
Holds you in a grasp.
You wish not to stare,
But you can't help it.
As you attempt to look away,
It talks to you.
It's voice is like nothing,
You've ever heard before.
Musical,
Enchanting,
Resonating,
Captivating,
Fluid,
Whimsical.
It draws you back to it.
"Do not fear me,
I've been sent to help you."
It's almost like a whisper,
That you can hear clearly.
You walk up to the Unicorn,
Pat it along it's neck.
Smooth,
Shiny,
Shimmery,
Soft,
Glowing,
Magnetic.
"Climb aboard me,
I will not hurt you."
You hold onto her mane,
Pull yourself upon her back.
Off you ride,
Into the wilderness unknown.
Where you're off to,
Not even she will tell you.
But she warns you,
"My dear, prepare yourself!"
(written February 29th, 2012)
