Unicorn

Light-stepping runner

on lofty mountains;

Fleet-footed in flight

over fruited plains.

Night-eyed, silver-hoofed,

nimble sky-dancer;

Cloudy-maned moon-child

of colors five.

His flanks are a mule’s

of finest breed;

His purple head

is a pillar’s top.

Rage shines forth

from his ruby eyes;

Gently he goes

on jeweled feet.

From his brow breaks his horn,

like a beacon’s beam:

Sable and crimson,

silver and golden.

The point thereof 

enders poison harmless;

Its light kindles kindness

in loveless hearts.

One stroke of his hooves,

makes streams to flow;

The touch of his horn

cleanses tarns of contamination.

He rends the wind’s kites,

to bring rain in the drought;

He fights off fiends,

to defend the helpless.

All fair things affect him,

and all foul things fear him.

Mighty is he in

all matters of arms;

For he suffers none

to seize him alive.