The flowing mane of pain swells on Trelawny Lawn

Stark handsome eyes decide the unicorn

Is a beast of borrowed wisdom

Like a thrush in the yielding harvest field

The prophet deems snow.



The silent stork of sadness scans Trelawny Lawn

The lion, the unicorn it's horn in the lap of Beth

Laments the dawn

Beguiled, the scribish jacket-man his cap a skull-of-rat

Is but a pawn.



0 sky, your eyes embrace is to vicious for my wheat

The foaming Earthguard whinneys to his leaden feet

The bullfinch rumbles

The lavish lion aslanically scythes the hay

The unicorn bids you stay.