Fragile but regal

A golden horn spiraling up

Mother nature's gift to the world

They bring life and light

A maiden pure and true

With the greatest weapon

The net that can catch the wind

Love is the greatest harness

Sitting in the mystical forest

The perfect trap is set

Gracefully he steps in

Unaware of his fate

The maiden slips the golden bridal

Over onto the shimmering neck

His heart slows; his eyes close

Never knowing not caring

It is over in a second

The unicorn is no more

Beauty and wonder killed that day

All for the want of a horn