The Truth Behind The Unicorn

by *black*and*white*   Nov 14, 2005


Wild like the wind
Free as a bird
Hoofs beat on the ground
But runs without a herd.

Eyes filled with fire
Not as gentle as it seems
Glistning in the moonlight
Dancing on the moonbeams.

Running with no other
Hunted and abused
Nothing grows where it has tread
Just being used.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Dreams

    Hey this is good stuff. I like the little sad ending to it. The first 2 stanzas are really good, the descriptions are well written. I like it!

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