ghost

There's more to me than what meets the eye, But no one cares to see it.I'm just a ghost who cannot fly, It's what it is, so be it.I wish I wasn't invisible.I wish I didn't cry, Bust my life is unlivable, From the past I left behind.I walk among the human beings, Unnoticed and unheard.I watch all their dramatic scenes, Without speaking a word.But someday, someday I will fly, Above the stars in the sky

wolf

Wolf

Running as fast I can feeling the blood rush to my head feelingMy paws thud on the ground. Dodging tree’s jumping over stumps feeling the wind rush through my fur.As I finally see what I am as I finally see what I can do. I start to run faster, faster into the darkness.As I have found out that I am not only human but wolf for I have never thought this could beI finally see the real and true me.

unicorn

The Unicorn

The saintly hermit, midway through his prayersstopped suddenly, and raised his eyes to witnessthe unbelievable: for there before him stoodthe legendary creature, startling white, thathad approached, soundlessly, pleading with his eyes.The legs, so delicately shaped, balanced abody wrought of finest ivory. And ashe moved, his coat shone like reflected moonlight.High on his forehead rose the magic horn, the signof his uniqueness: a tower held upright by his alert, yet gentle, timid gait.The mouth of softest tints of rose and grey, whenopened slightly, revealed his gleaming teeth,whiter than snow. The nostrils quivered faintly:he sought to quench his thirst, to rest and find repose.His eyes looked far beyond the saint's enclosure,reflecting vistas and events long vanished,and closed the circle of this ancient mystic legend.