The Unicorn

THE UNICORN Ever seen a more beautiful sight? She is drowning into the wind All sail set, Triple tangled, Purple pearl gears, Glittering glassy artilleries, Unrivalled weaponry. Isn't she a beauty She's got the wind behind. Look at the velocity she's setting, Barely noticing the Barbados. With a grip of urn full of rum And the finest of tobacco The hearts of the sail's set For the audacity of hope. The red pennant, The blood line's cold And every sea captain Looks upon that flag For he knows he faces a fight to death And then he saw her, As an apparition mounting from the dead. The sea rose in it watery execution. But I was told sea lion don't flee From the wavers watery wonders. Instead, he staggers not but swaggers on Until they sail past the North Pole And trodden upon the sands of Sahara. VickWizzy Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP} Copyright ©2014.