I awake, it’s midnight, I know I must sleep
But I hear the sound of an owl’s beak
I feel I must explore the night
I’ll look at the forest in the moonlight

I hear a creak, I am still not a sound
but it’s only the fox creeping around
I feel a tingling inside but it’s probably only
the adrenaline starting to rush inside me

I gasp, it’s not possible, there are pixies flying about
There’s a a a….Unicorn! I feel the tingling increase
My hands are glowing, I’m speechless, enchanted,
I don’t know what to say
All that I know is that I wish to stay

Is it real? I can feel the wind blowing on my cheeks
It’s definitely real, I still cannot speak
The unicorn is accompanied by another friend,
an elf who can heal, perform magic and mend

She asks me not to be frightened
My insides feel like they’re getting tightened
I ask her, Can I do magic if I choose to?
You can, she says, if I show you how to

The sun begins slowly to rise
the forest looks like an amber wood
I ask, Can I visit again?
She replies, Yes you could