I used to think I was a horse
Skittish yet strong
Tamed by the right hands
And taught by a firm but gentle lead
Then I became a wolf
A fierce pack animal
Comfortable in my place
And happy knowing all other places
But now I don't know
What I truly am
Maybe I am like a
Unicorn?
After all those don't really exist
And neither do I
And they seem pure and beautiful and innocent
Yet people like Voldemort injure them so
Or depending on the stories
They are fierce warriors
Protecting the innocent
Destroying darkness with a touch that burns away impurity
I think however I am the former
I am too gentle to do such things
While I will fight for what I love
It savages me deep down
And perhaps that is why
I won't dare come out
For how many have seen a unicorn?
How many have tamed one?
You'll never tame me.
Never again.
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(AN: I dedicate this poem to Batsy. While we hardly ever talked, you are one of few who did tame the unicorn. Thank you for being a friend, and I hope you go as far in life as you've inspired me.)
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