A group in solemn atmosphere
In the shine of the lustre
Convened around the sacrifice
Fingers gripping the knife in trepidation
The child Mystique in need for courage
A show of fortitude
The heart dancing in staccato,
the lust to eradicate the unicorn
not for ire, but for gluttony
All in high spirit
the descending knife, no ghastly show
Resounding applause
The cutting of the birthday cake
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written for WP_Poetry contest
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