Poem Number 10949

The Black Unicorn
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He treads the mount
in dark foreknowledge
and scans the frozen plain,
ebony his flowing mane,
pure black his silky hide,
his darkling horn
and each keen hoof,
a sable alabaster.
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His bugling call
resounds beyond the
mountaintop
to bid his followers
round.
a mangum force
he fain would seek
to fron the
surging course
of change.
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The lonely wind
upon the height
sings softly round
his form,
and voices low
the somber news,
that none do obey
his summons.
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Long long upon that
luckless mound
the shadow horse abides.
Then, plunges high
on dark, dark hooves
that ring the
mountain top.
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With eyes stark wild,
and nostrils arched in flame,
he bares his teeth,
in fighting rage
and screams his
battle challenge.
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Across the frigid steppe
the trumpet call
that spans the void
is met with muted,
shrouded silence.
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In anquished dread,
his spirit quails
to feel
the future touch
of mundane,
chafing harness.
For he has seen
with fearful eye
the drab, dark world
that beckons,
when he must bow
his proud,
high arching neck
in desolate submission.
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He turns at last,
to spurn the heights,
and seeks the lower depths.
And, plunging down
the mountain's crest
the darkest unicorn descends
to confront his final challenge.
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And, somewhere
on that mountain height
there can be found,
if one would dare
that bleak
and dismal summit,
a single,
solitary,
alabaster
horn.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^JFC^^^^^^^^^^^^
This is pretty long, but, I felt like fantasy tonight! JFC
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I had a different feeling for this poem, and went a different way.
The Black Unicorn
The White Unicorn is innocence
purity
faith
love
and trust.
The Black Unicorn
is storm
rage
fury
the betrayal of love
trust
and innocence
the loss of faith
and purity.
I have seen the death of the white unicorn
and the birth of the black
I have felt the fire
which consumes the white
and reduces all
to blackness.
The white unicorn is the moon and stars
the black unicorn is the night
which consumes the moon and stars.
Once
I was the white unicorn
a quiet summers day
but I died
and was reborn
as storm and fury
the black unicorn.
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Your poem is fine for what you want to express, however, my poem is about the loss of fantasy etc., and, so are of an entirely different slant than the one you posted--which does not make yours invalid--simply different. You should give it its own posting so that it can receive comments, too. JFC
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No, they like it better when they can plant thir poems in someone elses space. I call it RUDE to post any poem in the commentary of anothers.
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I would call it rude also, this was my first time doing this and I did not know what I was doing, i am deeply apologetic for my rudeness. Very Sorry.
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Don't worry about it--I figured that was the case, anyway, so apology accepted! :-) I would still like to see your poem posted on its own--it is a good poem, its focus is just different from mine. Okay? JFC
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JFC, I applaud your response. I think it's the first understanding one I've seen on this page, yet you still stood up for yourself. Thanks for bringing up unicorns, I've always loved them and enjoyed your poem. -persephone