The Unicorn

The white unicorn

As pure as innocence

So spell binding wasn't it?

All the men, women, children, lied,

to have seen this mysterious

and phenomenal beast

It pranced around caroling freedom

Its horn gleamed along the sunlight like icicles

too precious to be dined

as a feast on impecunious children

They say to catch a glimpse will be rewarded with

precious metals unspoken

of or wisdom naught differentiated

with those of Solomon

Oh the freedom! The Freedom!

But on one unfaithful day

where sun gleamed and

grinned to burn down the moon

A Hunter too greedy with beetle eyes

captured the poor creature!

They say the unicorn knew of its death,

foretelling its own story

They say the unicorn started to cry

as it was cornered in the murdered forest

It grieved and lamented for itself

Alas, is this all for the unicorn?

Captured in a cage

to dream up its fanatical whimsies?

Dazing in drunken stupor?

Wishing it to be on its four feet,

being the King of Captivity?

The Unicorn, captured,

as hunters smiles faltered dies inside confinement

Two hearts were broken

that unfortunate day

Just two

The Unicorn who died of a dearth of liberation

The Hunter who's beetle eyes had no jewels to feast on