1Well, fantasy poems - what more is there to say?
The Griffin
Look! Up on the mountain peak
Hear his mighty, robust shriek
Up above the world so high
Like a phantom in the sky
Like a lion, like a bird
Blackened feathers, silver furred
Veiled by whispers of the past
Gazing at the plains so vast
Lifting off, his quest begins
This is the noble griffin
Phantom
Fleet of foot 'neat midnight skies
Be always wary of the nights
For wild as an eagle's flight
Is the blazing black steed's eye
What necromancy dwelling near
The great oak forests that man fears?
The phantom at which legends leer
Coming when the eve seems clear
Blackest hues borne to his pelt
Pain and fear he has not felt
And crimson eyes that burn and melt
With the demons he has dealt
So the birds and beasts abhor
The legendary phantom's lore
Thousands fall and thousands mourn
And the specter slays still more
Wild One
So swift! and yet so frail
So mighty! yet so pale
A fleeting glimpse of silver white
Flawless to the night
The pallid moon shines on thee
And then smiles inwardly
Swiftest of the birds and beasts
Dancing the the world's beat
Silken tresses line its eyes
So blue! deep like midnight skies
Yet then it fades in a flash
A vision of white, a ghostly ash
Lone surveyor to the world
As the humans' path unfurled
But what is this its eyes should see?
War? Was it meant to be?
The surveyor gave a sigh
Won'dring why one would try
To harm one of their own kind
Who could be so blind?
And who is this of whom I speak?
The white-furred ruler who seems meek?
With blue eyes and golden horn
It is a unicorn
A vision from God up above
Reminding us to always love
Love each other! Love this gift!
That is, this world through which we drift