A Hunting Poem by anais vionet

Ignore the roses' glory lass -
for this purpose you were born!
Virgin princess - you are needed
to catch the elusive unicorn!

I stumble as if to music -
for I know the sordid truth.
That abstract love burns brightly -
in the hearts of maiden youth.

I'm a secretly broken angel -
so this magic I can't perform.
I was seduced by boyish powers -
by clownish fumbling I was transformed.

I've been avoiding hateful mirrors -
for unwelcome truths they seem to know.
I can but join this dull adventure
and a hunting we will go.'