Beauty clothed in feathers black yet rainbow...
lustrous and glinting under sunbeams kiss...

Sara shouted “Boddox!”
As she tore her brand new dress...

The paper rustles as she turns the page
searching for an illustration she can understand...

Safe haven in the storm of life
I cling with fingers numbed and worn...

Pedestal flame I raised you far too high
Unreachable amongst the stars above...

The world turns in its ignorance
as I perform once more with break of day...

Gripped fast in tides swell
and unable to break free...

Cold, and bright
the white gem sparkles...

If I could turn the hands upon my clock the other...
and move both you and I back to another day...

Capable,
And always there...

Screams are all I can offer
as the world ceases...

I realised this morning
that the unicorn is dead...