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The UnicornsPlease come awhile, remain and play. The unicorns won't come today. The faeries and their virtued kin shall stay away, to paint my sin. with ancient red and angry fire. Please come to me and linger, please. I do not mock, I dare not tease. Just bring with you an honest smile and share with me, for all the while, a love of life and true desire. The unicorns no longer guard the meadow just beyond my yard. They snort with shame and true disdain upon a hope of ages' pain and brand me, by their pride, a liar. copyright William F. DeVault |
Author's Notes: Written in 1973 to my first serious lover, this piece captured the joy and doubt associated with the surrender of innocence. It has been one of my most durable works. I have always been satisfied with the rhyme structure, which is just nuanced enough to go unnoticed often by readers. Photo manipulation by Cody Gibson. |