Illusion

The unicorn stood by the waterside, pale

As the moonlight filtered through leaves

Of the woods and faerie laughter

Carried through the air

Shadows were amiable and not one child

Should fright, though by other eves certainly would

All seemed well and peaceful that night

Save for dark clouds drifting up towards the sky

Thus alluring this forest should have certainly been

To temp many little boys and girls

For they certainly do, day in and day out

Find adventure and glee in that wood 

Yet a chilly mist kept

Children ' way, as

A gate to bar the entry

So the mothers kept their young

Thus the clouds 'fore dark

Continued their ascent while they

grew and swirled till they covered

The moon and blacked the night

Bare winter branches scraped the 

tips of the smoky layers whilst

shadows turned like a thief in the night, 

grasping for the reign on the wood

THEY came in groups, sometimes 

snagged in a shard of light

that displayed horrific features

of a former beauty

THEY congregated as shrieks rose

and sparks flew from jagged rocks 

among twisted deadwood

as THEY danced to demonic chants

The Unicorn stood by the fireside, blazing

as the firelight flashed 'cross skin

Of Beasts and Faerie cackles

Carried through the air

................

Captivating light danced upon the walls of the room of

The Boy and skipped around his eyes

He woke and skimmed his hands over flickering walls

Whilst looking to the source of the light

Thought the Boy,

As he peered through the window, gazing

There's the unicorn, standing by the waterside, and

I hear the faeries laughter in the wind

Blind to the Heathen's Night