White lightning,
pure of heart,
thundering through plains
with rippling muscles,
glowing horn spiraling straight, R sparking hooves through the land.
Tis I,
unicorn of old
in gleaming white,
shining like energy unbound of purest type,
Love.
From the Tempest
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