(A fun poem involving unicorns?)

He stands upon his wooden crate
An island within a human sea
A scrawny form in mottled hair
Wearing rags of every color

Only few give him a sideways glance
As they trudge along their path
None stop to give him more than this
Until his voice rings clear

He speaks in vivid harmony
With words that stun the crowd
Enchanting in tone and timbre
With a strength to reach all ears

The prophet rails against the heart of man
Grown sick with greed and hate
Their happiness is fleet and false
A mask to hide their life of pain

He sings about the coming change
A force to heal the broken souls
On the day the rainbows bathe the land
A sign of the beasts’ return

They will ride upon the blinding arcs
Steeds with a single horn of gold
The unicorns of legend will return
To a land that needs them most

On piercing horns evil is slayed
Freeing man from darkest chains
The world will fall to peace
Beneath the hooves of unicorns

He senses anger from the crowd
As if the prophet hit a nerve
With a final yell he bursts to smoke
Leaving rainbow dust behind