The Unicorn Has Disappeared

Mythical, magical horn of the white stallion

It has been cut from the hand of the devil's sword

And the four legged beauty has died and withered away

Into the sky, the flight of the unicorn and his spirit has flown

With the native ghost and the gallop of the glory unto the stars

Where no man will ever harm it's muscular satin frame of radiance

The knife has touched this horse, it has touched mankind, and we all shall die

With the vengeance of threatening wars, the pony will be reborn in time

Though his legacy will be known from the journey where in the forest he lives on