We can never stop running because they come to hunt us.
Like elephants for their tusks we are taken.
But elephants tusks are just ivory, and they can live without them.
Our tusks are one, not two.
They are magic.
So we run, because we cannot live without them.
Magic is our life force as we run into the night.
It gives us strength to live and breathe and maybe even fight.
Only one can save us, and she cannot be here.
We hope that our beauty will give us a chance.
The unicorns must survive.
We will survive.
*Note: Not a great poem, perhaps should have gone in the about life category. Tell me what you think.*
