Unicorn

It was a creature born pure,
without hateful thought, or evil intent.
A creature of love and peace,
white as falling snow, and just as pure.
It grew up, cared for, watched over,
learning kindness and patience.
The creature grew wise as it grew,
and one day the delicate creature
went out to find its own land.
Farewell to the green forests,
and farewell to crystal lakes.
The creature hoped to make new friends.
But as the pure creature stepped
out of its safe haven,
it met a bitter darkness.
The darkness was strong and forceful,
spreading with ease, and consuming light.
Light such as the beautiful creature.
Time and again, the creature fled,
until it returned home to be safe.
But alas, the darkness had already
come, destroyed, and gone again.
And so the creature was the last of its kind,
shedding bitter tears of grief.
Then fled the still pure creature,
away from the darkness, to another place,
and so fled the last unicorn.