The Unicorn’s Dance

A/N: My interpretation of what happens just before a Unicorn dies. I'm incredibly proud of this!

Watch it frolicking amongst the raining autumn leaves, kicking its legs in sheer delight. Can you see the way its glossy main is tossed into the gentle air while keeping it all together, not a single strand of hair out of place?

Jumping into the dieing sun, the light bleeds onto the slender body as it neighs out in happiness. The spiral horn on its head glows a purple haze as its sparkling eyes close in blissful joy. The flowers bob their heads with the unicorn as the leaves twirl around the creature of purity.

Such a beautiful and rare dance preformed by such an astounding unicorn can surely mean good luck?

Another joy filled neigh echoes around the clearing and small feathery birds – robins, blackbirds, finches – started to appear, landing in the ground a few meters away, their small beady black eyes glittering as they watched the dance. They were shortly joined by other creatures of the surrounding area. Squirrels, rabbits, even the old sly fox joined in.

But still the Unicorn danced, tossing and kicking, neighing and rearing in the most peculiar and amazing manner. It played with the leaves around its body, the air gently providing the movement. The other animals were spell bound.

They didn’t know how long it danced for, but when the silvery moon was high in the inky sky, did it give a final last cry, rearing up on its hind legs.

Not one animal dared to blink.

The neigh was strong and powerful; reminding all that no one could tame it. It was as free as the wind, as powerful as the waves that hit the shore and as mysterious as time itself.

No one breathed and the Unicorn dropped to the ground, dead.

It wasn’t the dance of good will; it was the Unicorn’s Dance of Death.