Unicorn

A short romance/adventure poem with a point

Unicorn

Of a fabulous beast, wild and untamed
Of beauty and dashing, innocence and flame
Of a wonderful form, that no man can grasp
Of light obliteration, and we're up to the task

To the sight-place we're off!  To the sight-place we heed!
To only one be victorious, for only one do suceed
To the meadows we walk, through the pain, "be there soon..."
To the plains, through the pain of our hearts' crying wounds

For the song of its whine makes it all worth our wile
For it's sweet, succulent taste is what all men desire
And only one man can see that it's lies and deceit
That lay all men to rest, at the unicorn's feet