The flowing mane of pain swells on Trelawny Lawn
   Stark handsome eyes decide the unicorn
   Is a beast of borrowed wisdom
   Like a thrush in the yielding harvest field
   The prophet deems snow.
  
   The silent stork of sadness scans Trelawny Lawn
   The lion, the unicorn it's horn in the lap of Beth
   Laments the dawn
   Beguiled, the scribish jacket-man his cap a skull-of-rat
   Is but a pawn.
  
   0 sky, your eyes embrace is to vicious for my wheat
   The foaming Earthguard whinneys to his leaden feet
   The bullfinch rumbles
   The lavish lion aslanically scythes the hay
   The unicorn bids you stay.