Spirit of the WindThe Unicorn is wrongly named
A description will tell why.
Silver hooves upon the ground
Wing tips brush the sky.
The sight of his eyes
Is quite unusual and rare.
They give off the feelings
Of warmth, love, and care.
The mane is melted gold
A flame against the blue
Matched only by his tail
Which is the same fiery hue.
The horn is the most
Mystical of all
Rainbow it is colored
Magic is its call.
Gentle is his nature
Never has he sinned
As everyone can see
He's the Spirit of the Wind.
5 comments:
this is my lastest creation...a horse skull with a axis buck horn glued to it. I can't lie.
Well, it is really a blackbuck antelope horn. And you should have left it to me; I CAN lie. Like a dog!
I like the poem...did you write it?
Nina, this is beautiful!!
you mean ...... i really got my hopes up :)
great pics and words
thank you
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