The Lady And The Unicorn

The Lady and The Unicorn

A girl with lonely eyes
Starts reading the book
She readily sighs
Her emotions shook

A woman with long, untamed, hip-length hair
Draped in a transparent cloth, skin superbly fair
Her eyes determined and brave
An attack to drive those to the grave

Tiredly she walks, not wanting to hurt her friend's back
Her friend, the unicorn, cheers her up when she's sad
White as snow, with angels wings, to fly high in the sky
A crystal horn to make the truly evil cry

The lady has blood running up her beautiful body
Cuts, scrapes and wounds that felt so haunting
Yet she dared not to go upon her friend's back
For her unicorn was hurt far worse

The magical being from long, long ago
Just and fair, pure as snow
Is covered in reds and copper browns
From the pain others dug below

The two edge a cliff and look around
They see nature's beauties, more than you can count
Smiling, they head home - underneath, ground crumbles
They float right past, don't even stumble

"The next day will be even better," the girl thinks
Closing the book, you can see the pictures blink
For it is the tale
Of the lady and the unicorn