Unicorn
Light-stepping runner
on lofty mountains;
Fleet-footed in flight
over fruited plains.
Night-eyed, silver-hoofed,
nimble sky-dancer;
Cloudy-maned moon-child
of colors five.
His flanks are a mule’s
of finest breed;
His purple head
is a pillar’s top.
Rage shines forth
from his ruby eyes;
Gently he goes
on jeweled feet.
From his brow breaks his horn,
like a beacon’s beam:
Sable and crimson,
silver and golden.
The point thereof
enders poison harmless;
Its light kindles kindness
in loveless hearts.
One stroke of his hooves,
makes streams to flow;
The touch of his horn
cleanses tarns of contamination.
He rends the wind’s kites,
to bring rain in the drought;
He fights off fiends,
to defend the helpless.
All fair things affect him,
and all foul things fear him.
Mighty is he in
all matters of arms;
For he suffers none
to seize him alive.