Unicorn

a friend asked me to write a poem about a unicorn and this was what happened. not sure if it counts as a mature piece or not

silver twisted sharp

gleaming with moondust all stuck to thick blood,

four noisy hooves trample persistent

grass, grey-green spiketangle standing back up

at Full Attention.

a pureclear whinny tears through the air faster

than the puresilver hooves ever could,

calling to those lost and without rubber dinghies

in a sea of lust.