In the morn, a unicorn found his horn was shorn.
Although newborn, he was forlorn, for his pride was torn-
and he was put to shame; he was never the same, with no name to blame,
and to think it came with no other aim but for a trifling hunting game.
Staring at the sky with scorn, he sighed, exclaiming in the morn,
\"To the stars I have sworn! That I shall find the one who has shorn my horn!\"
Through meadows green, he trod alone, seeking solace, heart full of stone.
With every step, he felt the pain, his hornless head hung low in shame.
He asked the creatures of the glen, \"Have you seen the hunters, my friends?
They took my horn, and now I roam, to mend my spirit; to find my home.\"
The wise old owl, perched up high, answered him with a mournful sigh.
\"The hunters, they are nowhere near, but don\'t lose hope, my dear; don\'t fear.
\"To find your horn, you must look inside, embrace the journey, let it be your guide.
In your heart, the strength you\'ll find, to heal your wounds, and soothe your mind.\"
The unicorn pondered the owl\'s wise words, realizing the truth in what he heard.
He closed his eyes, delved deep within, to mend his soul, to let love begin.
In dreams, he saw his horn restored, a symbol of pride that he adored.
No longer forlorn, he felt reborn, with newfound hope and joy, he\'d sworn.
and in his mind\'s eye he happened to spy
a red scarf caught in the sky.....
With curiosity, he followed the thread, traversing realms, the scarf led.
Through twilight\'s veil and starlit night, his spirit soared, his heart took flight.
The scarf wove tales of distant lands, of adventures grand by shifting sands.
It whispered secrets of ancient lore, of forgotten magic and so much more.
And then the unicorn ventured on, and with each step he glowed like dawn;
traversing through the wind-filled hills, full of both some danger and thrills.
And each time he performed a feat, another speck he gained on his brow,
until his horn became complete, and much grace and wisdom he\'d been endowed.
The unicorn, no longer torn, wore his scars like a crown of thorns.
For through adversity, he had found a love within that was unbound.
He then found the hunters he once despised; in understanding, they harmonized.
For in their eyes, he saw remorse, regretful souls on a changed course.
From that day forth, he sought no blame, for in forgiveness, he found his name.
No longer burdened by his past, he embraced his future, free at last.
And so, the unicorn\'s legend grew; a symbol of strength, tried and true.
With the red scarf high in the sky, he soared with hope, forever to fly.