and the unicorns shall come down with them….

From Constant's Theodora

once the unicorns
roamed these lands
and created the thunder without rain
but there was a kingdom
where every king was
given
and buried with
a crown inlaid with the magical pearl
of a unicorn’s horn
it was the king’s birthright
the unicorn’s great strength
and independence
made for a fine image for a new king
but their numbers began to dwindle
some were hunted just for sport
others for human fuel
burning as the finest of oils
the horns were tossed aside
and buried
so as not to challenge the king’s power
but soon their numbers
were few
and finally one remained
so when the new king
was crowned
the ground was soaked
with its blood
and the last
unicorn
was gone
it was his birthright
you see