There lies the unicorn, in the shadow of a tree
At first he seems soft asleep, but closer looks reveal
Grass coloured blood, from a wound impossible to heal
Eyes stare above and ask: "Why hast Thou forsaken me?"
Here I stand, paralysed, weeping for my child-age friend
Who was with me from the start, who never let me down
Down in the red field, on midsummer's early dawn
Here I stand petrified, dripping dagger in my hand
His bright piercing eyes ask his frightened assasin why
I turn my back on him, unable to justify
And my naked love asks me the reason for my cry...