Prancing through the silver drizzle,
Silken mane falling like a waterfall,
Leaving a trail of glittering frost,
She walked serenely into the bright forestA quiet thud each time she steps,
her hooves a delicate mist,
Silky strands from her tail are left entangled in the plantsIn the shadow of the moon,
In the gentle rain,
Peacocks in shades of lake
prance around the clearing,
Guarding the Mystic Flower
from prying eyes and greedy mindsShe enters and the Peacocks bow,
The stars glimmer on her snow coat
Her horn stretches to the sky,
and the others join herThey whisper quietly amongst themselves,
the rain clearing to reveal a star-studded skyWith a commanding call
a stallion coloured like mist
gathered the herd together and, as one fabled creature, they turned and galloped away
into the shining forestLeaving the Mystic Flower standing forlornly under the velvet sky
with the Peacocks
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Poems of Clover
PoetryA collection of poems written by me, myself, and I. ~Enjoy! *** Poem #9 'Our Fault' was featured in the America Library of Poetry 2016 poetry collection Poem #18 'Eclipsed Me' will be featured in the America Library of Poetry winter contest collect...