Silver Blood
The creature walked along silently
Hooves barely gracing the ground
As it swung its mane slightly
And twirled is tail absently
The creature shimmering
The coat strange and dark
Yet glistening and moonlight
As it paced on by me
And all I could do was watch
As it was hit by a sharp arrow
And the creature reared
As the poor dear screamed
As the arrow found its mark
And dug in hungrily and deep
It swung its gaze with fire and pain
As its spiral horn glowed like lightening
And I grimaced as I was blinded
Then it was darkness and silence
And then it ran on by me
Throwing its head in fresh pain
As it called out once more in agony
As I watched silver stream on down
As its blood pounded along harshly
And it bleed glistening power freely
It was such a pity to see it harmed
But what was I to do when it was me
When I swung my head carelessly
And died with naive shock and fear
The poor creature might just end like me
I hope and wish that it does not
That the arrow missed the mark
That it will grow old and not cold
That it will heal once the shaft breaks
That someone will heal the poor dear
Like no one healed poor me
I wish that it will be saved
I hope so much it won't be slain
Maybe if I hope enough someone will come
But for now all I can do is stare and watch
As silver streaks on down and breath goes shallow
I do hope someone will come soon and help them
For there is nothing I can ever hope to do
For I have already bleed my silver
And I was bleed dry a long while ago
So run poor creature and flee
Hopefully you will see and learn
Unlike poor and cold me