Within the dead of night when the moon hangs high
An animal comes out quiet as a sigh
Its hooves barely make whispers upon the ground
As it skulks through its darkness all around

A mare of the night with a horn on its head
Eyes filled with menace glouring red
Its mane is black as the deepest abysses
As its glistening skin emits ethereal hisses

This is no ordinary unicorn you see
But a night mare beast brim with loathesome glee
It sends forth shadows all hungry and wild
A creature of darkness neither meek nor mild

Its horn is twisted and...