Beneath the moon’s gentle, silvery light,
Unicorns prance, a celestial sight.
Their hooves tap rhythms on the starry night,
Whispering secrets of realms out of sight.

With manes that shimmer in twilight’s embrace,
They gallop freely, leaving no trace.
Through fields of stardust, they race,
Guardians of dreams, moving with grace.

Eyes like galaxies, deep and profound,
In their presence, tranquility is found.
They wander where the heavens are crowned,
In silence, their wisdom resounds.

Oh, to touch their ethereal form,
In their world, where magic is norm.
Unicorns, in fantasy, they warm,
Hearts with a beauty that can transform.