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Rated: E · Poetry · Fantasy · #1579589
The 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.

Written for Contest, Dark and Light in July of 2009, using the Prompt: Silver River.
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