Elorithryn - Unicorn

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Underneath the weeping willow she sits;

not moving though the day is fading fast.

In golden light, her horn is beckoning. 

Craving to touch her silver mane, I move

One more step, my hands reach out to stroke her.

Running away the ki'lin laugh lightly;

no more her beauty ever glimpsed by me.

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The End

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