A horn as red as your blood,
An elixir of poison and a thud.
You fall under my hooves,
Not a creature in my presence moves.
Eyes painted with carnage,
A tail full of contempt and rage.
I stroll hauntingly into the woods,
Invisible from the humans in hoods.
Frowned upon by the Light ones;
The 'innocents'; lies on their tongues.
My heart burns with hatred and vengeance,
I am a beast upon repentance.
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The Dark One
PoetryA poem from the perspective of a "dark" unicorn, written in one of my creative portfolios for university.
