For I be this lonely unicorn,
Trotting slowly forward,
I look up, and see nothing,
So I look down in comfort.
I have embodied everything that is nice in the world,
Yet I feel incomplete.
I look and look for the rainbow,
But all I find is cold thunder,
Shuddering me back into myself.
‘I’m ready for the world now!’, I shout,
But I know I’m too late.
The horn I possess is worthless now,
I leave it to fate.