In moonlit meadows where whispers roam,
A unicorn dances, its heart a poem.
With silvery mane that shimmers bright,
It weaves through shadows, a ghostly light.

Beneath the stars, its hooves do grace,
Leaving trails of wonder in sacred space.
Gentle eyes that hold the sky,
In its gaze, the dreams of ancients lie.

It leaps through time, across the night,
A guardian of dreams, pure and white.
The winds sing songs of forgotten lore,
As this mystical being forever soars.

In the hush of dawn, it fades away,
To realms unseen, where legends stay.
Yet in our hearts, it leaves a trace,
The magic of a unicorn’s gentle grace.