A Unicorn's Heart Is Worth More Than The Gold In The Box
A frontier of pink and yellow, A battlefield of cotton candy One doesn’t normally see The sunrise as a warning She’ll tiptoe into your sheets On hooves of white gold My heart always told me, She was the eye of the storm Her expression was glazed with milk, And her breast was soft as feathers I often lay there in the blizzard As if she were my own mother One day she led me to the room in the corner Dust gathered, and doors locked, I watched as she trotted the crystal corridor Inside there were boxes, tied with ribbons of straw It seemed to be gold, but inside, there was nothing at all A child I was, gasping with glee I gave her a quick embrace, A kiss on the cheek She smiled, as animals do, with a glint in her eye I flew into the room without a goodbye Tearing open the gifts was a short-lived occasion I spun around to see the snow quickly rising It roared and it ripped and it banged and it swore I ran to the windows to see her disappearing She was melting She...