The Lost Unicorn
With timid eye he reflected the world's mystery, if I had but beheld the dream he'd still be here with me.
But my eyes grew sharp as adder's fangs, bore down upon his horn, is it any wonder that he fled, my frightened unicorn?
And he was quick as starshine, hooves beating on the ground, my misguided feet could not keep up, and he could not be found.
My hands, they miss the silken touch of his golden mane, my elusive unicorn, I never knew his name.
My heart yet beats for wonder of where he came to stay, a gleaming white unicorn who I had chased away.
