In forests deep where shadows play,
A unicorn in silver glides,
With eyes so bright, it lights the day,
And magic in its heart abides.

Beneath the moon’s soft, tender glow,
It dances midst the ancient trees,
A creature pure, from long ago,
A symbol of celestial peace.

Its mane like silk, so fine and fair,
It moves with grace, a ghostly waltz,
Through realms of dreams, beyond compare,
A whisper in the night, it calls.

Oh, unicorn of legends old,
Your beauty shines, a timeless light,
In stories told and hearts consoled,
You bring to life the magic night.