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See lad,
in the meadow yonder?
That ebony stallion
rearing in the full moonlight?

That be the black unicorn,
free as the wind
and he won't come near thee
unless blood is a-flame.

That one's not a gentle gelding, oh no.
He'll crush your skull in one blink of your eye
or maybe rip out your throat.
For that black unicorn is feisty one, hungry for blood.

He's got the whipping tail of a lion,
the eyes of the Devil,
and the pelt of a kelpie, thick as hell.
And his horn's made of pure stone.

So watch for this creature
who kills without heed.
For this be no valiant steed.
This be the black unicorn, beautiful as he seems.