In the moonlit glade where dreams unfold,
A unicorn dances, both proud and bold.
With a mane of stardust and eyes that gleam,
It prances through the silver stream.

Beneath the stars, it softly treads,
Where ancient magic lightly spreads.
Its horn, a beacon of hope untold,
Guides the lost with stories old.

Through misty woods, it glides in grace,
A guardian of this sacred space.
In silent whispers, it speaks of lore,
Of lands unseen and times before.

As dawn approaches, it fades away,
Leaving dreams to light the day.
Yet in our hearts, it forever stays,
A symbol of wonder in endless ways.