The unicorn

You were born,
With a horn,
Doomed to die,
People will cry.

You are such a beautiful creature,
Better then nature,
You are so magical,
People didn't think it logical.

White, silvery coat,
Is not like a filthy goat,
Your horn is pure gold,
And you'll never grow old.

You rome where ever you please,
But we wont keep our peace,
You'll one day leave this place,
Because we have started the chase.

The Unicorn,
It has a horn,
It is a horse,
From a myth of course.

We have chased them away,
And someday,
They will return,
And it will be our turn......

To be chased away.