Black unicorns, sheathed were there jaded jewels
Upon a head greated with onyx main, for too be
Free that which hungered, yearned for rose blood.
Cloaked upon darkness, but a closer look, bled the
Blackest crimson and a tiny tear of scarlet red, never
Eating only ever drinking life's essences now bled.
Starved until white, where a main was purer than
Snow on winters hills, and a jewel now cleansed,
Now transparent, jagged horn aborning purist silk.
But know that if a drop was too great upon main
Or cut upon jagged jewel, then man woman or child
Will fall beneath its blade seeping, letting it drink full.
Cursed with beauty and a harvesting of crimson it
Will carry you on a journey. depending if a main is
Pure of life, or red feeding on wines bleeding death.
Jul 25, 2015
Jul 25, 2015 at 12:26 PM UTC
Black unicorns, sheathed were there jaded jewels
Upon a head greated with onyx main, for too be
Free that which hungered, yearned for rose blood.
Cloaked upon darkness, but a closer look, bled the
Blackest crimson and a tiny tear of scarlet red, never
Eating only ever drinking life's essences now bled.
Starved until white, where a main was purer than
Snow on winters hills, and a jewel now cleansed,
Now transparent, jagged horn aborning purist silk.
But know that if a drop was too great upon main
Or cut upon jagged jewel, then man woman or child
Will fall beneath its blade seeping, letting it drink full.
Cursed with beauty and a harvesting of crimson it
Will carry you on a journey. depending if a main is
Pure of life, or red feeding on wines bleeding death.
