My name is Wandcore
I was born in a crate, taken away from my mother
I have seen dark magic wielded by wizards
I have seen ancient wars and battles
Not much has been calm since I arrived
I have heard the lava pouring out of volcanoes
I know where the treasures of old still reside
I can create magic stronger than any other
I can fly around the world eight times in a second
I am the last unicorn alive in this age
Resting in the forest of old, tired and waiting
My name is Wandcore