As I listen to my children I shake my head with disgust, sadness, regret Not at them or because of them It’s because of myself This is what I passed down When they were but eggs in my womb I’m not able to change what…

With angel’s touch horse grew giant horn Its body changed into heavenly unicorn Scaled covered its sleek body white  Its tail and body sprouting fire holy bright  Its blue eyes spoke keen intellect With booming voice it sang thankful respect ‘O mortals our tormented curse…