I'm a huge sucker for unicorns...or, at least, one unicorn in particular. I have read almost to the end of the book and I just had to write this because I think Bracken and Kendra need to love each other with passion of flame! Forgive me if the entire thing sounds utterly precocious or cheesy. I'm not Shakespeare and I didn't pretend to be while I was writing this. If you find it absolutely, revoltingly stupid, I don't blame you, but the rational part of my brain was overruled in the vote on whether to post this or not. To those of you subscribed to me: don't hold your breath for a new serious story. It may not even come until the summer, sorry to disappoint.
Kendra, my Kendra
The brightest light I have seen in all my days.
My mind has seen her thoughts,
But what is that?
Can one study the composure of an apple,
The beauteous skin, the life-sustaining flesh,
The life-producing core
And say "I have tasted it"?
No, facts are not emotions.
Mine eyes have beheld her glow
Nay, her blaze
But they have beheld stars
They have beheld the sun
In comparison these wonders of the cosmos hold nothing to her
But I know more of them.
She believes me Moonfang and Stormcrag among the Sierras
But regards herself as Wycheproof or less.
Is not the same of most her kind?
But her kind are few.
Who among her peers and kinfolk can proclaim such a connection to the Fairy Queen?
Yet she insists on comparing herself among raisins,
All similar in appearance
All similar in taste.
A sheep whose course can be easily determined,
A person whose choices are scoffable.
But this is not true.
Her feelings and thoughts of me are reciprocated.
Dare I tell her?
Alas, she would think me a mocker.
Most adolescent harbor more doubt than certainty,
And to them she is subject as like-minded to these thoughts.
If she were to see the words I so desperately wish to convey,
Hear them with her eyes and with her heart,
If in protecting her heart and regarding her with such gentleness as a rose petal
I could earn her faith in me, I might have won a treasure greater than the world could offer.
But if in striving to save her I should fail,
May I suffer in ways Gorgrog would find cruel
And verge on death until the universe folds in on itself.