drinking by the lake
a unicorn white
its horn sparkles so
in the moonlight bright
the unicorn, oh unicorn
a beautiful sight
roaming around on
a cold, moonlit night
a scent of vanilla
is the unicorn, oh
how graceful it is
as white as snow
as dawn comes close
morning bird's chirps fils the air
but as the sun rose
the unicorn just disappered
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Pegasus came and took him away For they were mates of another day And if you look closely at the image of a flying horse Atop his head is a single horn - of course. Some call it a Unipeg Or others say it's a Pegahorn The product of mythology - reborn. s