Majestic horses!

 

Him like black tourmaline, the blackness sparkling.

Her, the purest healing white.

They are the Unicorns.

The elongated, twisted horns upon their heads.

The truest, purest, Ace of Wands.

Magically charms all it touches.

 

Mysterious creatures, where are you now?

How do you manage to stay so hidden?

Cold, hard world from which you were driven.

We need your light and love.

Show yourselves to me, I plead.

Oh ancient, Unicorns.

 

©2016 Amanda Potter