All of a sudden, all the forest has darkened,
The birds have flown without a sound.
The rhythm of hooves can be heard from afar,
Making everyone feel strong concern.
Her white mane was sparkling silver.
Her twisted horn pointing at the firmament.
She walked guided by the sweet smell
Of this young girl picking flowers.
In the humus, mystic symbols shone
Hit at every step by this magical creature,
That everyone feared and admired at the same time,
Without understanding the fear that would paralyze them.
Blinded by a halo of gold, she raised her head,
Then making eye contact with the beast,
Where there was a fire of a dark storm,
And in a flash she turned her into a mere statuette.