Fantasy

The luminous unicorn
Throws back his head
And cackles

He grinds his charcoal
Hoofs deeper into
The dirt
Making his enimity
Certain

His black, beady eyes
Are cold,
Distant.
They glare at you.

His voice booms
Deep and rich and ominous
He doesn't want you there
You don't belong to his world
Stay with reality
Where people are just as cold