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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Unicorn in a can Now he will use his magical can One more item, he needs for his plan He has two pieces, one in a box, one in a bag The last one needed, from a unicorn stag With the horn in his hand he will find And the hair from youngest he’ll bind From the seed of a stag, he will exhume And the rest, in glass, forever entomb Closer and closer, each and every day Using the horn, he catches up to his prey Using the venom, from a black widow spider A drop of his blood mixed with some cider Using this concoction blinds the beast Not letting it see that the mare is deceased Thinking itself mating with a female unicorn And after he’s dead his seed will be torn “First things first“, the wizard does say He walks over to where the unicorn lay To the rear of the beast, knife in his hand A flick of the wrist, and they fall to the sand He needs these seeds, one given, one taken Then into the can, and gently shaken Using this concoction, and a magic spell The blood of the witch, it turns to a jell Now that he has all that he needs He sits and he watch’s the as the unicorn bleeds Enjoying himself with every dying breath But it is to slow, so he stabs it to death Packing up the bag, box and can He journeys back to where it began To the witches grave, on a hill up high He drops to his knees, and begins to cry I have done as you asked, oh love of my life The unicorns will suffer, for taking my wife I will capture them all and throw them to the sea And as soon as I’m done, its with you I will be By Mr. E. Jones
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