Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Day by day, she is unraveling. Each day there are more bloody leaves standing proudly in the corner of her gaze. There are bones, and blood, and torn off fur, drawing new maps for her each time she goes to the forest. To her the day, the noon, the fiery sun, has become a thing for cursing, for raging against the dying of the darkness.
But it's night by night----
Oh it's night by night that Thana is becoming. The moon touches her hotly now, not silver but molten ore and stone dripping across her horn like water. There is only darkness waving a welcome in the corner of her eye, and shadows reaching out like fat branches heavy with leaves to run along her ribs. By night she does not rage but loosen. And she does not hunt. Thana consumes.
The sand is almost water beneath her hooves, the dust of it nothing more than morning dew lining her skin with stardust. If there is a trail she is following, or a body she is tracking like something more than unicorn, there is no hint of it that mortal eyes might unveil. And perhaps the trail lives only in the line of her teeth, clenched together and bared like bones, that flash in the molten moonlight. However it lives, it doesn't end but continue on through the dunes, moonlight, and the blackness pressing in on each like oil. And however it lives she does not take her teeth from its throat even as the sand stretches endless as the ocean before her.
Thana does not relent.
Even when the monster unfolds itself from the darkness and her moonlight. Even when the monster flashes it's own tooth-bone trail at her. Even when the hunger rises from her skin, like a wave washing clean the stardust sand. Even then she does not relent.
The tip of her horn catches the moonlight like a noose when she tears out of the darkness between the hills. And somewhere far below them, a beast burrows deeper in its tunnels. Because tonight...
Tonight is not for the animals.
"Speaking."
But it's night by night----
Oh it's night by night that Thana is becoming. The moon touches her hotly now, not silver but molten ore and stone dripping across her horn like water. There is only darkness waving a welcome in the corner of her eye, and shadows reaching out like fat branches heavy with leaves to run along her ribs. By night she does not rage but loosen. And she does not hunt. Thana consumes.
The sand is almost water beneath her hooves, the dust of it nothing more than morning dew lining her skin with stardust. If there is a trail she is following, or a body she is tracking like something more than unicorn, there is no hint of it that mortal eyes might unveil. And perhaps the trail lives only in the line of her teeth, clenched together and bared like bones, that flash in the molten moonlight. However it lives, it doesn't end but continue on through the dunes, moonlight, and the blackness pressing in on each like oil. And however it lives she does not take her teeth from its throat even as the sand stretches endless as the ocean before her.
Thana does not relent.
Even when the monster unfolds itself from the darkness and her moonlight. Even when the monster flashes it's own tooth-bone trail at her. Even when the hunger rises from her skin, like a wave washing clean the stardust sand. Even then she does not relent.
The tip of her horn catches the moonlight like a noose when she tears out of the darkness between the hills. And somewhere far below them, a beast burrows deeper in its tunnels. Because tonight...
Tonight is not for the animals.
