Death of a Unicorn

Lying upon the frigid earth,
a Silver River pours
from my wounded white.

I see only darkness
where once,
in youthful innocence,
light danced.

In passion's height
you dealt the deathly blow,
from which
the Silver River
of my Blood
does flow.

I hear the Raven's Melody
with every ragged breath.

Winds remove all traces
of my shining white.
Only the Silver River flows
to prove,
I was ever there.