Prancing through the silver drizzle,
Silken mane falling like a waterfall,
Leaving a trail of glittering frost,
She walked serenely into the bright forest
A quiet thud each time she steps,
her hooves a delicate mist,
Silky strands from her tail are left entangled in the plants
In 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 minds
She enters and the Peacocks bow,
The stars glimmer on her snow coat
Her horn stretches to the sky,
and the others join her
They whisper quietly amongst themselves,
the rain clearing to reveal a star-studded sky
With 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 forest
Leaving the Mystic Flower standing forlornly under the velvet sky
with the Peacocks