MagiStream

On one chilled Autumn-eve did I
Amble down the garden's path,
And on my trip, I saw a girl
Whose long brown hair
Flowed free off her cloak of black.

She, opposing me, drew near,
And I, I will admit, bewildered was
To note, that from her wind-blown locks
Horns and ears, elegant, alike
That which I'd never seen, did appear.

An unusual sight, indeed, it was,
That supposed I did that I'd misstepped,
Unto a faerie-path, by mishap.
Still she walked, nay, glided forth
And would soon pass with one further step.

And knowing I, that fae rudeness loathe
Sought quickly for some favor,
Which, upon my gifting her,
Would turn her mood to mercy,
That I might leave, safely, with much fervor.

Naught but verdure swept past my eyes
And so I bent and plucked from rest
A single rose, to match her clothes
And held it from my chest and
Prayed it fit her interest.

Her dainty feet came to pause, a sight delay.
The rose was taken, inspected close,
Then at her temple did it nest.
So adorned, she nodded then
And gently swept away.

On a day, light and fair
Deep in the woods, with not a care
An abandoned shed would creak and groan, but the haunted place would make a home
A young fawn would take its first breath, beams of sunshine would light across its chest
Its legs would shake and nose would scrunch, but quite soon it would reach a bunch
Of bundled hay soft and warm, stomping over to its mother's form
And even as night would slowly creep, and humans would hide and prepare to sleep
The birds and mice, foxes and doe
Would dance in the shadows among the trees, without a fear of the dark to know
Deep in the forest, which they call home

A soft whisper, sharp teeth gleaming
Stalking through darkness, shadows ever fleeting
You don’t see until they are upon you
In the ink black of night, you’ll never know who

Neon gleam, though shadows stream
flicking sharp long ears with rainbow sheen
the impossible is here- a dark bow brings cheer
as it reaches out to eat, come gather and see!

a unicorn (?) with grayscale horn (?),
pitch-dark body tipped with the sign of morn!
a Neon Rainbow Trim Black Beast!
for the avatar of Kor, a visual feast!

the smell of chocolate, dark and sweet,
did gently float across the street,
i followed it up to the door
of my awful neighbor, most abhorred.

the door was locked so up a tree,
this quiet morning did find me,
to back window left ajar
where I pondered my plan thus far.

the scent inside was just divine,
and in the window I did climb,
I went inside, he did not see,
I stole a treat, come share with me!

Sunlight, changed pale by an ocean blue,
Shines upon an underwater home.
Pale flickers, casting dancing lights,
Revel in their aquatic secret.

Short and stout, a fluffy snout,
a cat has come to play
and with a cute little bell, but out I yell; "this cat it has two tails!"
the cat does smile and all the while
the cat, just purrs and purrs

Small and silver
Like moonlight given form
It scampers merrily, playing and gamboling
Tiny and shimmering
Like reflections in the lake;
and yet as curious as that boundary
between mirror and reality.