Description: poem written about the legendry unicorn
THE UNICORN IS BORN TO DIE -------------------------------------------
The big white mare turned her reddened head
To gaze upon the face of the stallion that lead,
Seeking protection for her newly born
As she hides away amid the prickly thorn.
The hounds of hell will seek out the little babe
For there is nowhere to hide when out on the glade,
As she has to feed to keep the little one well
But at the site of the virgin all will be hell.
Out on the glade the stallion fought to his death
Killing many a beast right to his last breath,
The hounds of hell still claimed their small prize
She could only run, hide, still hearing her babes cries.
Oh man, i love the picture this creates. When i first clicked on this poem, i thought it would be the typical fluffly unicorn and crap like that, but it wasn't and im glad. It reminded me of Bambi but a little reversed...instead of bambis mom dying...bambi dies. And like Steph said it was very refreshing. Great job! And welcome to ES!!!
I particularly like the usage of imagery here. Kind of sad that the babies and the stallion died, though. Survival of the fittest, I suppose. Anyway. This is a refreshing write, something new--not a topic that has been written about over and over again. I commend you.
Submission Name: THE UNICORN IS BORN TO DIE
