The Majestic Unicorn

In the still of the night,

A sight to behold, so bright.

A creature so rare, beyond compare,

A unicorn in the mist.

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Its mane, a shimmering gold,

Reflecting light as it grows old.

Its eyes, deep pools of blue,

Gaze into yours, pure and true.

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Its horn, a gleaming ivory spike,

A symbol of power, a light that strikes.

And as it dances in the morning dew,

Its beauty leaves onlookers in awe anew.

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For this creature, so rare and so grand,

Is more than just beauty, it takes a stand.

Against the darkness, against the night,

It brings a hope, a guiding light.

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So if you ever see a unicorn in the mist,

Take a moment, let it be your bliss.

For this sight is rare, beyond compare,

A treasure to cherish, a memory to share.