The crimson unicorn is galloping on the wind
leading it through the sky
the purest of the pure has committed a sin
blood red among white clouds
The crimson unicorn is rearing in the rain
screaming in the thunder
forever stained with the red pain
blood dripping from his horn
The blue lioness sits in her den
licking her wounds
hiding her cubs in the stars
the void of space
blue paws gently stepping
as she walks on nothing
in the corner of her eyes; marks where shes wept
she watches the small world below
hooves as black as death stamp the ground
the unicorns vacuous eyes look toward the sky
his mane blows off his neck in the great wind
again he must run
She lies down, her nose almost touching the world
she sadly watches
softly breathing, her tail in a curl
loosely wrapped around the earth
She sends her children down
to be born in fear
they try to avoid his leer
as he slowly walks towards them
the crimson unicorn is killing again
the blue lioness is crying again
the cycle of defeat and renewal
it never ends, it never ends