If I could turn the hands upon my clock the other...
and move both you and I back to another day...

I realised this morning
that the unicorn is dead...

I once held love within a grasp
so tender as to leave no bruise...

Beneath our feet her heart's core pulses,
shaping time itself around each tiny beat of life...

Beauty clothed in feathers black yet rainbow...
lustrous and glinting under sunbeams kiss...

When night is at its longest
And the air lies sharp with frost...

Can you hear the gentle murmur
Of the brook as it glides by...

Be fearless he said as I heard the bell ring,
They can smell it you know and it won’t mean a...

In dark of night when creatures foul
Roam freely through the mansion grounds...

Sharp and accusing they lie
entangled in pale blue strands...