Dream Beast
Proud and gallant he rides in a field
The smell of lavender sprinkles the air
She knows not if the vision before her is real
He sees her sitting on an old stump
Making a wreath of white daisies
Then carefully approaches her and whinnies
Of pure heart this maiden is
He puts his noble head in her lap
She touches his horn in disbelief
Her chastity is the only key
To unlock the secret
The girl then awakens in a haze
Copyright © Ingrid Marroquin | Year Posted 2008
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