lady the unicorns trumpet in the forests
their hooves are sounding in the jewelled gardens
bewitched by your rings they request
bread from your fingers guardians
of silence on hot afternoons
lady by your mirrors dawdling in rooms
combing cut your long red hair
awaiting the miracle while in air
each swings to his doom
supported by a single thread
lady the miracle of your fingers bread
from stones gold from flesh in enchanted mornings
a paddock world into an agate palace
stair rails to silver balustrades not jealous
together your lovers slumbering under summer awnings
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