Dark Magic Unicorns

The Chronicles of the Iron Horn Forget the tales of starlight manes and meadows drenched in gold, For there are darker stories that the legends never told. Step beyond the velvet gate where "perfect" ones reside, To meet the spiked and scarred who have the storybooks defied. This is no flight of fancy, no soft and shimmering dream, But a journey through the shadows where the jagged spirits gleam. Meet the rebels in their harnesses, the witches in the haze, The voodoo priests who calculate the length of mortal days. From the gritty courts of urban ball to gambling dens of smoke, You’ll witness power rising from the words the outcasts spoke. See the horns that grant a twisted wish, a double-edged reward, Where greed meets its own reckoning and justice is a sword. Prepare to color in the grit, the tattoos, and the bone, To claim a dark-magic kingdom that you’ll finally call your own. For beauty is a hollow mask, but shadows hold the truth, In a realm of ancient secrets and a wild, eternal youth. So take your pens and sharpen well, and leave the light behind— The Dark Magic Unicorns are the masters you will find.