Black Unicorn
         On a hill in the depths of night,
         Bathed in the radiance of starlight,
         Under the moon as white as bone,
         Stands a sentinel, alert and alone.

         The essence of the dark, he is.
         Midnight is lighter than this.
         Lighter than stars his translucent horn,
         For the watcher is a black unicorn.

         Moonlight and pearls embodied, the horn
         Flashes on the forehead of that noble unicorn.
         His carriage is that of a king.
         Now hear his cloven hooves ring

         As he canters from the hill
         To the lower world of dales and rills.
         Fleet as a shadow, and darker than one,
         His eyes flashing like the sun

         He charges through the woods, and his voice
         Is what people mean when they say rejoice.
         For what is a unicorn but the child of joy,
         And the longing of every girl and boy?

         The black unicorn comes to a glade.
         There is a pool made
         Bleak and evil by
         The poison of a serpent sly.

         In goes the horn; water splashes
         And the magic gently plashes
         Through the pool, making it clean and clear.
         It is once more safe to drink here.

         The unicorn folds his hooves
         And settles down with joyous moves,
         Laying on the grass his starlit horn.
         Good night, O unicorn.