I wandered through the forest The moonlight lighting my way I came upon a stationary horse and I thought I heard him neigh
He moved suddenly hearing my approach Turning to face me I noticed the horn This beautiful creature moving elegantly like a gazelle was clearly a unicorn
I moved closer in silence wanting to touch the mystical illusion As I reached out he disappeared in an instant, It was just a delusion
In the perfect stillness of this magical cave our voices echo in semi darkness throwing back the sound we gave The light reflecting imagery of perfect visual symmetry
We drift on mirrored pool in silence but for our breath The air heavy, dank and cool Humidity smelling of death Shivering with a feeling of fear Wondering where to go from here
When the forest floor is bathed in moonlight I wait between the trees Soon you will come Carefully and quietly Moving with ease
In the stillness of the night Your silhouette appears In your hand I see a flower My heart skips a beat In the distance the village clock strikes the midnight hour
How we like to play silly tricks with our minds Wishing for what we want to see You disappear without a trace A figment of my imagination or a full moon lunacy
You touched my life with a stroke of a feather A fleeting moment in the moon shadow that excited and tantalized Luring me to you like a moth to the flame Singeing wings burning desire Now all that remains is a feeling A sensation that still tingles A scratch you can barely see
A place for a clandestine encounter or secrets hidden within its periphery This wall could tell stories of trysts, surreptitious meetings Perhaps even some bewitchery
Traces of lichen and moss Covering the ancient rocks Underneath, romantic messages left by star crossed lovers whose footsteps are now covered with Phlox
The old gate bearing initials Carved with high expectations Yet thwarting courtship blocking fate, destiny and undying declarations
He ordered the finest whisky as he sat at the bar and buried his head The time had come It would be a long night Looming He considered in dread
His clothes were ill fitting They had seen better days He looked disheveled he knew, but couldn’t care His thoughts on his purpose As he nursed his drink Focused Avoiding the glare
Nine fifteen, his mark entered the noisy bar Full of swagger and arrogance He knew it was him There was no question Relaxed He ignored the dissonance
Finding a seam in the throng he worked his way through Sliding onto the bench next to his target Pressing a gun into the man’s side he fired Killing the devil incarnate
