A black robed wizard trudging through a blizzard,
came upon two shivering unicorns;
an adult female with a silver horn
lay next to her new born,
crying and forlorn.
The mother’s crystal tears
fell into the snow
and melted
the wizard’s heart of ice and stone.
Wiping a tear
from his blue eyes,
he used his magic
to construct a shelter
safe and warm
from the midwinter storm.
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