The Magic of the Unicorn

She wears white socks upon her feet to cloak others in her image but nay she speaks a word to me for fear i might discover Her coat it gleams in splendous hues of purple, red and black her main and tail shine pure and ****e Shes' a mythical creature in my mind for on her head she sports a horn it's crystal clear and hollow through to play it's magic notes And as she fills my ears with tunes she changes before my eyes Now she is a firefly to light my darkend path Again her form changes within her symphony She stands before me in human form so much like unto mine I blink my eyes and there she stands on all fours Her symphony has ended but still her eyes unblinkingly stare into my own conveying her secret to my mind And suddenly it dawns as she fades out of sight I faintly hear her music say that this unicorn is the magic that lives inside of me -krys