Here’s a fantasy poem I wrote some time ago that you might enjoy. :) A bicorn isn’t like a unicorn — it’s a monster.
The Bicorn
It wiled its way through the woods so dark;
Trees majestic, blotted out the light.
The snap of branches,
Call of a lark — high in the treetops;
While on the ground, false night.
The creature’s tread was marked by dread,
A panther’s face with a burgeoning grin;
Two stubby horns atop a catlike head,
Bones crushed where it walked,
A monster of sin.
Not a horse; a unicorn’s cousin?
Its form was twisted and fey;
Its eyes were dark,
Fur coarse and stained,
Teeth anticipating its juicy prey.
Thanks for reading. :) I hope you enjoyed my poem. Like many of my poems I’ve shared here on Medium, it’s from my poetry book, Enchanting Whispers, Romantic Dreams.
You can find more of my fantasy poems here in this list on my profile:
