The Unicorn and the Dragon

The Unicorn, with His high steps,
Gracefully prances forth
To meet the Dragon in Her field.
Unlike everyone else,
He does not fear Her.
He is not afraid of Her teeth,
He is not afraid of Her claws,
He is not afraid of Her fire.
She looks up to greet Him,
Deep sorrow in Her eyes.
The Unicorn bows His horn to the ground;
The Dragon's eyes watch Him,
And She nods a hello.
Oh, She has missed Him.
With one swift step, the Unicorn
Sheds His ivory flanks
And bows to Her again,
And this time, the Unicorn is a Man.
The Dragon sheds Her smooth green scales,
Trading them for a dress.
The Unicorn smiles and meets Her gaze,
And then He takes Her hand.
The Dragon laughs, tears in Her eyes,
As they begin their dance.
All through the eve, He leads Her
In a dance of happiness.
The Unicorn and the Dragon,
With a burning love so strong,
Dance through the night.
They are not lovers;
They are best friends.
Two sad, broken hearts,
Two lonely, tender souls,
They learned to dance together,
They taught each other to love.
The Dragon trembles;
The Unicorn holds Her close.
He knows Her well enough to know
That, without Her scales,
She is exposed and afraid.
He promises to protect Her,
But She is not convinced.
Breaking free, She spreads Her wings,
And flies into the night.
The Unicorn is not surprised;
He, too, takes His original form.
He gallops after Her,
A streak of white,
Following the trail of tears.
The Dragon flies far out of reach
And rests on a steep cliff.
Her friend comes up the other side
And takes Her hand again.
He leads her in a different dance,
A dance of friendship true;
The Dragon and the Unicorn
Both whisper, "I love you."