The Majestic Unicorn
An Ode to the Rare Beauty of the Mist
In the still of the night,
A sight to behold, so bright.
A creature so rare, beyond compare,
A unicorn in the mist.
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Its mane, a shimmering gold,
Reflecting light as it grows old.
Its eyes, deep pools of blue,
Gaze into yours, pure and true.
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Its horn, a gleaming ivory spike,
A symbol of power, a light that strikes.
And as it dances in the morning dew,
Its beauty leaves onlookers in awe anew.
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For this creature, so rare and so grand,
Is more than just beauty, it takes a stand.
Against the darkness, against the night,
It brings a hope, a guiding light.
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So if you ever see a unicorn in the mist,
Take a moment, let it be your bliss.
For this sight is rare, beyond compare,
A treasure to cherish, a memory to share.
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mees den Boer
Mees den Boer, fiction writer. Spinning tales and exploring the human experience through the written word. Join me on my journey of imagination and discovery.
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