Marc Bolan
She Was Born to Be My Unicorn
She was born to be my UnicornRobed head of fernsCat child tutored by the learned.Darkly ghostish hostHaggard vizier of the moatsSeeks the sandled shores of GodsBaby of the moors.The night-mare's mauve mashed mindSights the visions of the blindsShoreside stream of steamCooking kings in cream of scream.Letras de cancionesJackdaw winter headCleans his chalcedony bedA silken word of kindWas returned from Nijinsky Hind.Giant of Inca hillLoosed his boar to gorely killThe dancing one horned waifeIn doublet of puffin-bill.The beast in feast of soundKittened lamb on God's groundRidden by the born of hornJigged like a muse on life's lawn.
From Letras Mania