The Death of a Foal

The small beast was unlike any other. It's shimmering white coat glistened in the morning glaze of the sun, it's tail swaying in the morning dew. It's magnificent blue mane wrapped around it's periwinkle colored horn. The fireflies dance with the creature, circling it as they are illuminated. The trees swayed with the beast, as though dancing with it. The unicorn foal had been enjoying himself, mischievously sneaking out of the den. He danced in the forest, a long outstretched line of elegant magenta trees that marked the border between the two kingdoms.