Standing swathed in grey
There a unicorn
Quaint and recherché
Everywhere he walked
Did he leave behind
Angelic, silver hoof prints
Which shone amidst the grime
All the deer adored him
And bade him lead the way
So they walked and walked
Through the fog of grey
Sadness pulsed in all
For his time to die was near
His blood by men desired
His tracks so crystal clear
He did not run or hide
But stood and asked man why
Ashamed they wouldn't answer
The fawns began to cry
The leader, hardened man
Was the one who shot
He felled the mystic beast
Who's silver blood ran hot
The lust of men is strong
And due to greedy ways
The unicorn is gone
Once silver tracks, now grey
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