Death of a Unicorn

© Constance Banquer - constance@constance.gq.nu

In the heavy heart of a dying dream.
A forgotten forest muffled in mossy treasures,
The hoof and horn and mane
Once glittering, gleaming, and glowing
In the archain eyes of a faded fantasy
Lay sadden stars weeping
for wounded wishes.
Resign thy horned head
That spiral, that twining ivory
hath dulled, dimmed.
Dusk creeping, crawling, and keening.
This a time of dying dreams
and faded fantasies.
This a time of dying unicorns.