Fairytale Signpost (There are unicorns)

There's a horse
in a field
by a road
I drive often

he is dirty white
sullied by life
one thing missing

Horn severed from his head
the price to be paid
for leaving the fairytale

division from legend
cleaved
so to remain
in this reality
as a symbolic signpost
for me

Hornless head lowered
in split second homage
to another, who has chosen
to love in this land
but still misses the myth

Wings folded under t-shirt
crown hidden under hair, 'neath sunglasses
no one passing would know
how the fairytale had bruised her
carving her expectations
how she fled from romance and hid
for so long, in the dark
Concealing the tiniest remnant of hope
nursing a faultering, flicker of belief
and eventually emerging
leaving chrysalis of life sculpting blackness
in her flight path

Her path often passes
this beautifully scrawny
muddied and magnificent beast
This one who willingly sacrificed
his essence
his crowning glory
to leave the fairytale
and be here now, in this field
to serve as reminder
to one who was lost
that it does exist
is worth striving for, waiting for
there is magic
there are miracles, just waiting to be ridden
waves of hope, begging to be surfed

And there is a horse
in a field
by a road
I drive often
Yes, a fairytale signpost
showing me
there is magic
there is love
there are unicorns