The unicorns

The sounds deep in the forest echo like a heartbeat
A resounding fanfare  heralding its monarch 
Light and shadows paint a picture of silent existence 
Clearest water bathes the rocks in order to purify
In readiness for their silent arrival
Animals alert as their sacred spirit anoints the air

A flash of the purest white cuts the forest gloom
Hooves fill the air with sound of majesty
Eyes that hold the purest of spirit within burn strong
Horns spiral towards to the heavens that sent them
Their hearts beat as if to hold time itself 
And bare justice upon mortal soul

Protector of the highest they stay invisible 
Long gone to mankinds sight they hide
To hold the magic of life within them
Protectors of the light are they to be
Until to the heavens with the angels they return
To sit at our lords knee

K willkins 2017