The Storm
Waves crashing against the shore
Clouds rolling in the sky
The storm approaches.
With windswept manes
They flee before the storm
Three of their kind.
Once there was many
Now there are few
Surviving against the storm
The storm is disbelief
Disbelif in fantasy
Fantasy that is true
Fantasy that is dying
Unicorns are dying
Try to believe
With belief comes hope.
Hope that all will prevail
The Earth needs that hope
Hope Eternal
Unicorns survive
From three can come many.
