the night is young.
the air warm.
the magic whimsical.
alignment destined.
a Unicorn.
a true Unicorn.
blazing trails.
lucky Penny at his side.
it’s at the bridge.
a complete stop.
there’s a splash under.
a double take is done.
a merman appears.
or is it Aquaman?
nonetheless, he’s in awe.
this Unicorn is a myth.
one leans down.
one reaches up.
under the moon.
the middle of the bridge.
it’s electric.
two worlds.
two creatures.
transformation.
the Unicorn.
now a warrior.
with rainbow armor.
quite striking.
he is kind.
he is patient.
he is thoughtful.
he is beautiful.
the mermaid.
also a warrior.
with scale-like protection.
he’s glistening.
one with a scar down his back.
a previous battle wound.
the other with an internal scar.
roar of the riptide.
each with eyes.
like pools you could drown in.
their lips together.
creating currents.
it’s magic.
it’s natural.
a fairytale?
two myths, one existence.
“Dance with Fairies. Ride a Unicorn. Swim with Mermaids. Chase Rainbows.” – Unknown
The Narrative of a Merman 