The starry stars grew teary-eyed,
And windy Wind withheld a whorling air.
Sleeping songbirds simultaneously sighed
When they saw the unicorn there.
Was but a sweetened moment
Before the fog-fested, forgotten lake
When the unicorn did repent
Of her dreadful and daring mistake.
“I do so love him very much,”
She spake into the timeless pond.
With her porcelain rapier did she touch
The subtle wave, a blue-toned vagabond.
Inside the glass, she saw his face,
And her heart began to longingly leap,
But he could never endeavor to this place,
Save only in his slumbering sleep.