I don't think the waitress brought me decaf... So at 1:30am when I still couldn't sleep, I looked up the prompt for today figuring I may as well accomplish something beyond tossing and turning and wishing I were asleep. Today, we were to write a poem inspired by one of the book covers featured on this site. You will find that perhaps my poem is more inspired by the name of the publishing company than by the cover itself, but both got the juices flowing. The unicorn presses on When childhood fancies long since gone Give way to heartbreak and worldly woes And "Isn't it better that she knows?" For I find it easier to conceive Of horses with horns than to believe In fish that fly or duck-billed mammals Or spotted, no-humped, long necked camels. But a creature so pure, of magic and light Could not survive in this world of blight Of wars and guns and hate and smog And disillusioned daily slog. So they escaped to a holier place More suited to creatures of such grace There to rest and there to wait For the hate and smog to dissipate. But hope remains that they'll return To the earthly home for which they yearn When a new generation finally learns To change the world before it burns. The unicorn will never die, Though other wells of faith run dry. Once we restore the love we lack, The unicorns just might come back.
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