| UNICORN |
| A poem by: David Blalock |
| Great Unicorn with head held low, Still damning its own power, In self-defense, its horn aglow, Will trod a newborn flower. Magnificent in stance and flight, Ferocious when aroused, Will not deny or shun the sight Of soul in lusting doused. Without control of leash or rein, A juggernaut of raw life; And only through great effort sane Enough to see the gilt knife Whose edge it trods with every breath Meaning ego's life or death. |
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