Author's Note: This is something I wrote quite a while ago.. but I hope you
enjoy reading it! This is my first thing in Fiction Press so I'd appreciate
any reviews! Thanx!

THE UNICORN HUNT
He runs like fire through the night,
His mane flowing in the wind,
His horn like stars is shining bright,
His spirit has not sinned.

It happened then not long ago,
The unicorn remembered,
A maiden came, she cried "Oh woe!"
Her dress of red, like ember.

He came to her he couldn't resist,
First startled but then in delight,
She braided his mane, his muzzle she kissed,
They were, in fact, a lovely sight.

But then a sound the unicorn heard,
A crackle in the bushes,
He stood up quickly without a word,
And started for the rushes.

The maiden then she cried "Oh no!"
But the unicorn paid her no heed,
So proudly forward he did go,
without a worry or need.

Out jumped the hunters and their hounds,
Like the wind throughout the trees,
They screamed and yelled and made terrible sounds,
That brought him to his knees.

Knives and spears the hunters held,
As the unicorn tried to run,
But the unicorn's time was running out,
As he let out a neigh to the sun.

He dropped his head to the mossy ground,
As he heard their victory cry,
One last tear rolled down his cheek,
As he closed his eyes to die.

His spirit runs, and runs, and runs,
His mane a glorious sight,
He runs to heaven and the suns,
Gracefully, he runs to the light.

He runs like fire through the night,
His mane flowing in the wind,
His horn like stars is shinning bright,
His spirit has not sinned.