This is a poem I wrote about Unicorns.
They. Are. Real.
Do not believe the nonbelievers...
I mean Voldemort killed them so they must be real. Right? Right!?
It is about not just unicorns, but also the people that people just ignore in the halls or at the store and how they are wonderful however we think of ourselves above them.
Well here it is.
My first piece of work on here.
Or is the summary.
Because it's getting lengthy...
Hope you enjoy it. :)


1. The Beauty of the Mythical

Real as a shadow

Touchable as air

Pretty as a sunset

And graceful as a mare


Everyday they brush past you

Sprinkling you with grace

Everyday you forget them

And forget your place

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