The unicorn of mystic days, of long ago and far away.
Haunts in dreams of memories past, reminding that now cannot last.
Serving to show that magic dust, when used in present, turns to rust.
Extinction comes when dreams desist, when lures of modern ways persist.
So hold on tight to old beliefs, of innocence marching time is thief.
Cherish dreams that are magic-borne, lest you forget the Unicorn…
ROZ IS WEARING:
POSE & PROPS: