To some twas a majestic force, Mysterious and beautiful, Courageous and never full From a vast, adventurous feast. It roamed – a horn upon a horse, A gallop one could never cull, It thought itself invincible, Yet to some it was a beast.
Its orchestra – a masterpiece Assembled from around the Earth, But labouring perfections birth Was a harpist’s absent beat. The pains of searching now could cease As landing upon emerald berth, The unicorn unearthed its serf As sublimity filled that seat.
The harpist liked her homely scene, Despite its audience so small. She’d rather stay than leave it all And face the unicorns stampede. And so she suffered wrath obscene: She was forced to attend the ball, Waiting centuries for the call To leave an orchestra based on greed.
In present day the harp is home, Back to where it is meant to be, Beauty played independently, But the unicorn does not mourn, For now both creatures often roam To a ball outside of history And play a peaceful melody: “The Harpist and the Unicorn.”
This one's a little cryptic... so for a hint... my passport has a unicorn on it and another passport has a harp on it. I'd love to hear feedback on this because I like most of it