The beauty of a unicorn,

Solitary riding through the night,

Blinding all around it,

With reality changing spite.

Gracefully it exits,

And all around are sad,

But it's lone rider,

Will never be glad.

To others it's existence,

Is quite questionable,

Wondering about it,

Not caring who it did disable.

Remembering the elegance,

Perfection did it hold;

Every other won't compare,

No matter how bold.

The rider had some others,

But it never works out,

For even though their his brothers,

Out the differences do shout.

Desire for its return,

But it cannot be,

For no one can match,

Or be good enough for me.

Life takes and gives,

But in the case, won't give back,

I wish it never left,

For my heart it did attack.

I am the lone rider,

And Daniel was my horse,

This is my constant reminder,

Of how it feels to remorse.