My white unicorn, is stained red...

by broken reflection   Aug 16, 2006


My white unicorn,
Has a golden horn,
It is the biggest in all the land,
My white unicorn is grand.

My white unicorn needs to be washed everyday,
This is how I like it,
This is my way,
I get rid of all the grit,

The grit that clings to his hooves,
The bone fragments that don't want to move,
The scarlet blood that stains his fur,
Often this routine does occur!

You see we are a deadly duo,
He and I,
Those who cross our path tend to die,
Just a day's work and a path we will continue tomorrow!

My white unicorn,
My partner in crime,
The most beautiful unicorn, hair so fine,
My unicorn and I shall rise at dawn.

And much red color will flow down the stream we follow.

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  • 18 years ago

    by xDieRomanticx

    Freaky! remind me never to cross your path!