She Was Born to Be My Unicorn Songtext

Haggard vizier of the moats

Seeks the sandled shores of Gods

Baby of the moors.



The night-mare's mauve mashed mind

Sights the visions of the blinds

Shoreside stream of steam

Cooking kings in cream of scream.



Jackdaw winter head
Cleans his chalcedony bed

A silken word of kind

Was returned from Nijinsky Hind.



Giant of Inca hill

Loosed his boar to gorely kill

The dancing one horned waife

In doublet of puffin-bill.



The beast in feast of sound

Kittened lamb on God's ground

Ridden by the born of horn

Jigged like a muse on life's lawn.