It is hard to kill a Unicorn

Please, I would like constructive criticism. Thanks.

It is hard to kill a Unicorn

Everything pure is eventually corrupted

Yet one can wonder how you have lived through treachery and despair

Still standing upright with a saintly grace full figure, you  still ensnare the eyes of the watching

Though society cuts your horn off and leaves you bare

You are never left in disrepair since a new horn always seems to appear

Disappearing with the wind yet showing up to only promise salvation

Your promises are kept and not delivered, making your life a sin

But how can a life be a sin for just being born, yet you live in a world full of discrimination

Every individual can only wonder why you are so beautiful and special, so they grow resentful

And attempt to destroy your solitary throne, and you agree to step down because you are so gentle

So I wonder how you live in your own odd and pure embrace while corruption can’t touch you

Because everything pure is eventually corrupted

Author's Note

Please, I would like constructive criticism. Thanks.