The Elusive Unicorn’s Lament

In realms where dreams and moonlight meet,
Where emerald forests whisper secrets sweet,
A solitary figure roams, a vision so divine,
The elusive unicorn, in twilight’s tender shine.

With coat as white as the freshly fallen snow,
And eyes like pools where starlight’s glow,
It moves with grace, a creature of the night,
Its hooves leave no trace in the soft moonlight.

In the heart of enchanted woods, it weaves,
A tapestry of legends, where magic conceives,
Its presence a marvel, a sight to behold,
Yet, the yearning for company, the unicorn holds.

For it seeks a kindred spirit, a gentle heart,
A soul to share its world, never to depart,
But those who seek to capture its mystic grace,
Are lost in the chase, a fleeting, futile race.

The unicorn’s lament, a soft, melancholy sound,
Echoes through the ancient trees, all around,
It longs for a bond that’s pure and true,
In a world where the rarest dreams come into view.

Its horn, a gleaming beacon of hope and light,
Guiding lost souls through the darkest night,
A symbol of love, purity, and the extraordinary,
In a realm where nature’s wonders are legendary.

So, if you ever chance upon this magical scene,
In the tranquil heart of a forest serene,
Remember the unicorn’s wish, its silent plea,
To share its enchantment with one like thee.