The Unicorn Hunt
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1 min readApr 1, 2017
Come forth now, you pure and noble beast
Come rest your head upon this unsullied maiden’s lap
Spears out as our lords and ladies feast
Quenched in your precious blood, their tips are all sanctified
High honor for us, such game to trap
Much gold and glory await us at the castle gates
And tidings of low insurance rates
Horn held aloft, even our sins are beatified