From: squacken@zephyr.cair.du.edu (The Black Dreaming Unicorn)
Subject:  #8 .. on more to go 
Keywords: condolences
Organization: University of Denver
Date: Mon, 13 Apr 92 22:39:36 GMT

Are you sick yet of BlackMist/my Poems????


249)  *Death of the Unicorn*
In the time that legends told
of unicorns and dragons gold..
came the evil and the night
Creatures came from the gates
behind the doors, hell awaits
Hunting down the Unicorn's light
Through the forests where she dwells
Came the creatures from that hell
And here they came to fight
The unicorn stood her ground
For they wanted her golden Crown
The source of all Goodness and Light
So let legend tell
how the unicorn fell
beneath the hand of night
From head was torn
 The unicorns horn
and with it went the light
      11/24/91

250)  *Sky Dancer*
Prancing On clouds of fire
with his deadly touch of desire
racing through the realms of hell
This is where this Unicorn Dwells
His breath is like a hurricane
And fire runs through his blood red mane

As he plays the ancient flute of kings
through his horn, the winds can sing
Blue as the skies he flies
a flaming star across the Midnight Skies
SkyDancer is his name
as fire runs through his mane

Belonging to his reality
there`s no place he`d rather be
Through eyes that see ahead
Through time to a life of Dread
With a touch, His soul you'll tame
For he is the unicorn with the Flaming Mane..


251)  *Birthday*
On this day of birth
I age another year
passing from my youth to age..
The Future I do not fear..
 
I now look ahead
to what lays in store
new adventures to face
and surviving the coming storms..

Onward I will travel
On through the flames
For I am the Black Dreaming Unicorn
With the Sparkling Golden mane

The words of a poet
Filled with star fire
The world of the Unicorn
And the Strengths that I admire

Time does the telling
of the ages long gone..
Now I do the telling
from the day that I was born...

The Poet is my name
And I send you my visions
To make this world a Better place
This is my Final mission..
             12/19/91

252)     *Wandering Sea thoughts*

Palm trees sway against the wind
 and sand crabs dig their holes.
and I listen to the waves..
 forever tugging on my soul.

Silence is the gift...
 to the sailor out to sea..
as the waves rock you gently
 and  you go to sleep...

The wind is so gentle
as it fills the sails..
you stare out to the ocean..
you wonder at its secret tales...

the sunset is mysterious
to the watcher by the palm trees...
each time it is different..
as it disappears behind the seas...

beauty is the gift
of the setting sun...
lights the skies in pinks and reds..
and each sunset is a special one..

hear the roar of the waves..
crashing on the shores..
as cries its battle challenge
to the surfers on their boards..

Whales in the distant
 All can hear their mating calls...
Through the depth they travel...
 among their watery halls...

Here at sea is peace...
 no wars are at hand..
On this floating boat...
  in silence do I stand..

The sea plays by the shore..
 And the wind plays in the trees...
The sun plays with the sky...
 as my hair blows in the winter breeze...

Time is frozen still
 in this land of wonders
Where the sun is always shining...
 and the waves sound like distant thunder..
12/91