She Was Born To Be My Unicorn

She was born to be my Unicorn Robed head of ferns Cat child tutored by the learned. Darkly ghostish host 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.