The Trap
He plunges through the forest night
His eyes are wide with fear
Behind him he can hear the sounds
That means the hunt is near
And far before him is the trap
And in the trap the bait
He trembles, kneels, and lays his horn
Upon the lap of fate
And now the hung converges on the spell bound unicorn
The hunters mean to slay the beast
And take his precious horn
So gleeful in their greed and lust
They have not paused to see
This maid is not the peasant girl
They left tied to the tree
Now as they raise their spears
She casts red lightening from her hands
Their limbs are bound fast to their sides
As if with iron bands
She rises, in her voice is rage
And hatred in her eyes
“Cruel killers of a dream be warned
You married death” She cries
“Though you spread terror, pain, and fear
Rough justice shall you see
And as you have the hunters been
So shall you hunted be”
Now once again, from out her hands
The lightening dance and flare
Where each man had stood there was
A small and frightened hare
From moon to sun, to moon again
Run evil, hunted men
And pray the lady spares your lives
And fate remains your friend
“Dear unicorn, you and your kind
Still yet may die unless
Shall we turn hunter, you and I?”
And the unicorn said “Yes.”
