unicorn song

Before the work of death began, I took it on my self to ask two of these holy bests if I could drawl them, and as a guide I gave them a bird. With night came the rising of the red moon and the falling of the star, as the dog was put away and feed, I thanked my good lord. My goddesses look after me, love life/death, and wood. They are me, and I am them, together we stand to protect our soul, heart, and god. Be there the unicorn. (P.S. ture story 4-25-2005