You Can Never Capture A Unicorn
I savagely writhe in rapturous agony.
As I sharply mold and softly melt...
Into what is not on this dark plain.
My fear-soaked scream overflows swiftly into equus squealing.
You arrogantly wait with dangerous patience...
Holding suspended breath for your desirous obsession...
What you desperately, feverishly want the most...
You deeply know in your dark, rotted heart...
Will *never* return your twisted love...
You see heaving, quivering flanks of pearl...
You spy a shivering, slim neck of snow lying limply on emerald terra.
You spot swirling, bone coloured legs...
Violently moving to stand.
You look at a wild, small, glowingly white head.
You view beautiful, crystal-grey, crazed eyes...
Then you yearningly sense what makes this all real for you...
The the pure, crystal spiral that that exquisitely sparks in the warm, humid night.
You reverently touch it for the first time...
As it deadly, yearningly pierces your broken heart.
Then you hear a voice like candy, like velvet, like God...
Intrude on your fading...fading...consciousness.
"You can't keep me....You can never capture a Unicorn!"
