Here he pastures among drowsy ferns and humming insects, caressed by spiderweb dreams and brushed by the wings of midnight butterflies. This beautiful poem written by Lady Gryphon tells of the splendor of creation as the world beholds the birth of a Unicorn. This poem written by Amy Owen lends a magical feel to the Unicorn. This mystical aspect is what has drawn man to the Unicorn myths for centuries. The Unicorn is wrongly named, a description will tell why.
Silver hooves upon the ground, wing tips brush the sky.
The sight of his eyes is quite unusual and rare. They give off feelings of warmth, love, and care. The mane is melted gold, a flame against the blue. Matched only by his tail, the same fiery hue. The horn is the most mystical of all.