"the dragon and the unicorn" a poem

A little verbal nothing I wrote for my amusement.

Daniel Christopher June

 

The Dragon and the Unicorn

 

I the wise dragon

Last of my kind

And you,

pure horned unicorn

questing the world,

lonely confused,

you dare glare

down my lair

Desperate in quest

Willing to face

The only enemy

A unicorn knows:

Immortal before immortal

Each the only bane the other.

 

How you hated my flamed breath

How your glowing innocence

Pierced the philosophy of my nest

As if us ancient serpents

had stripped you of your race,

as if I myself had death ensnared

your loves and mothers.

 

We are both alone here,

I am the last of mine

You are the last of yours

I hadn’t guess there could even be a you.

Hadn’t known you were possible.

The others passed on to the other place

I do not know when or how

Their fire no longer resonates to mine

I will neither bite wit into you

nor breath fury over you

I leave you to your peace

Let our ancient war be ended in this place.

 

That innocent one came to love me then

Immortal yet naïve

And though I knew better

I loved her too

And we were inseparable lovers

Conspirers over this world and its ways

And what I had came to burn in her

And what she had came to burn in me

And we never forsook each other

Nor grew tired of our company.

 

Yet eon past eon,

the earth had grown so old

she was young again

and even in our love

we had grown weary of life.

I bore my heart to her,

in all its intimacy,

She shuddered and obeyed,

She pierced my heart

with perfect horn,

Alone the foe to me,

And my blood the same to her

Shorn upon her fleece

We died in union, child to age

Innocence is wise.

 

 

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Perfection

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Easy

 

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