A drifting equinescent breeze of air
blow softly by the Goddess
To bring Life and Free and Movement
into the still.
Horse to wing the shimmerdust
grow horn, take flight; the unicorn.
The terror filled fearsome one eyed beasts
with gentle nature, or hardened coal heart: the cyclops.
Evil good are one and simple
Can not separate the ancient bond.
One the night I saw and called with Her
I ate the Mythology... and dreamt.
