The sun shines bright,
The mystical creature bathes in warmth and light;
Roaming free in the vast jeweled plains,
After breaking away from heavy, rusty chains.

This unicorn is now free,
And magical voices sing with glee.
All nasty creatures he ignores,
No matter how much he abhors.

Off goes the mystical beast,
Back to his kingdom for a magical feast.
Where it snows magic dust,
And he rules fair and just.

Mystical-land is full of mirth,
Unlike the mundane world, called Earth.
Dreams I shall continue to weave,
And forever, the magic I will believe.

By: Juliana

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