Unicorn's Gala

Invitations to the Gala issued by a grave impala were highly sought out missives by the bold and the submissive Those omitted uttered curses shook angry fists or heavy purses Had they but known that the price of admission was not by stealth nor definition; would it have improved their disposition? Oh bother, “what a bitter tea to hold and drink” some might say. Pink quartz was the mantle white marble were the floors Hieroglyphic runes and shapes were etched upon the doors Windows ledged by flowered flats walkways edged by shrub Trees of auspicious piety contained by sanctum tubs Tapestry paneled galleries wove ever-changing scenes Templates of the biosphere wrought into silk spun screens. Ivy garlands draped sandstone walls Indulgence infused the banquet hall Cinnamon rods, spiked spurs of clove mulled cider sipped from crystal globes Lychee lobes, hot peppered scones clotted cream starched weary bones Soft music swirled like autumn’s mist about the heads of chosen guests Violin, lute and harpsichord mild minstrel flanked by troubadour Harmoniously moved, were the hearts and heels of man. The unicorn, a gallant host on ivory hooves, an ethereal ghost An entity of truth and faith a creature of astounding grace Awestruck by sharp brindled eyes white pristine coat, his stately guise The neck that sparked irised flame a glowing arch of lucent mane Prismatic yellow, red and blue dipped then peaked to other hues Entranced by visual rhapsody Morpheus clapped soporific hands. The sun reached up to touch the dawn orbs of dew satured the lawn Spectrum arcs held trailing mist The peaceful calm of morning’s kiss. Silent chambers backed by barren walls the flameless hearths of empty halls Awakened by the muted hum steps echoed off like Celtic drums They left a wake of red and blue gold flecked green, and pink accrue Floral spills of cornucopia wiped away their paisley prints. He raced across the bridge of night propelled by dreams in astral flight Pulled outward on a comet thrust long tail ablaze with motes of dust He touched down in a stellar sphere Grew stronger when the skies were clear Weaned on equinoctial astral surge galactic lights that dim and merge No more arabesques, no Devon cream no drowsy thoughts, no symphonies He fondles hearts with cosmic charm Monoceros, The Unicorn.