Born of a battle ancient, born of an elder fight.
While we are beasts of war, born to obey and bred to might,
Learn your lessons well, my foal, be fierce as that first sun.
© 2003 kazanthi@hotmail.com
New Eyes
Look yonder little one, look on your first new day.
Soon you'll find your hooves, soon you'll want to play.
Play only for a while, my foal, play only for a time.
Soon it will be yours to learn, foal of a warrior line.
We are named for that, and this is your birthright.
We are the watchers at the gate, the fighters at the pass.
We the ones who march and defend, ours to snarl and clash.
Watch the stately whiteling walk, know that gentle light.
In that beauty and power flows the whole of Gaia's grace.
That is what you live to guard, the eldest unicorn race.
Strike fast and true, no harm allow'd, swiftly hunting run.
Hone your skills and horn, my foal, be constant as the moon,
that shines down to bless your birth, and wanes all too soon.