Unicorns are a mystic creature
Hard to find, nearly impossible
When you find one you hunt, instinctively
You can't let it go, escape
You plant flowers they love to eat
You provide water to quench their thirst
These are not traps, they are offerings
You love this Unicorns beauty
You just want to watch
Enjoy the magic
Their mystery and illusion
You try to get closer every day
As the Unicorn moves farther away
This mystic animal will never stay
Not with an average man
A hunter without the desire
To truly hunt her till death
One she can run from and be chased
One she can't escape from
For his lust is too great
As he sinks his arrow through her heart
He takes her horn as a trophy.
