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.