A/N: Based on this: Mishapen form ingulfed in night, teeth of crimson, poised to bite, tourmented body, drapped in coal, eyes that nearly pierce your soul... But on his head, a spiral horn...So is he still, a Unicorn?

A dark form
Ingulfed by night
Pelt of coal
Eyes of white
His teeth he bears
In a threating stance
He knows you do not
Have a chance
Towards you he runs
And on his head
A spiral horn
Striking you dead