To Become A Unicorn Poem by Randy McClave

As mystical as the Unicorn
In its magic she must now believe,
Away from a life that she had worn
Now to greatness she wishes to achieve.

I am a Unicorn she had shouted
Until this madness all ends,
It might be a long time she then pouted
Or until my soul itself mends.
Anoint my horn spoke the Unicorn
And I will save thee from the lions mouth,
From the crib is where I was born
Not from hell in the deepest south.

The Unicorn it is a mystical beast
And now one she has truly become,
Upon its enemies it will kill and feast
How I wish that she had become a swan.

Randy L. McClave