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.
Fair 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 hunt converges on the spellbound unicorn.
The hunters mean to slay the beast and take his precious horn.
So gleeful in their greed and l***, 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 blue 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 on a dream be warmed, you merit 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 out from her hands, the lightenings dance and flare.
Where once each man had stood, there was a small and frightened hare.
"From moon to sun, to moon again, run hunted, evil 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."
Behind him he can hear the sounds that means the hunt is near.
Fair 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 hunt converges on the spellbound unicorn.
The hunters mean to slay the beast and take his precious horn.
So gleeful in their greed and l***, 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 blue 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 on a dream be warmed, you merit 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 out from her hands, the lightenings dance and flare.
Where once each man had stood, there was a small and frightened hare.
"From moon to sun, to moon again, run hunted, evil 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."