Fading a way as the moon is cast
Will you see them on a sunny morning?
Or will they dissapear without warning?
It's body is a shimmering white form
What could it be other than a unicorn?
A breeze softly comes blowing his mane
He sighs in despair, anger, and pain
For where are his playmates, the unicorns he's loved
Are all his friends all up above?
He starts at a gallop and then at a run
Looking for other unicorns, searching for fun
