A horse with wings is what I saw;
One dark-blue, moonlit night.
It's head was high and watching -
With wings prepared for flight.

I could not stop with just a glance,
I wanted to move closer.
I knew that it was quite a risk;
And by doing so, might lose her.

But, before my feet would take me there,
Before I even knew it,
A silver streak came from the North;
It was clear that 'Wings' called to it.

It was an exquisite unicorn;
Handsome, tall and fair -
He galloped fire as he came,
For he knew who was waiting there.

As Wings and Horn came together,
It was artful, strong and true.
They were meant to be with one another,
On this night of moonlit dark-blue.

And so it was, for me at least,
Magic beyond belief;
Through out my life I will always recall,
Wings, and Horns, and Me.

Lady Gryphon

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