Every Living Kind.
Alone she is thinking things through.
Her guardian horse keeps her safe through the woods.
Feeling lost, her castle has been crushed.
Flown to safety where she cannot be touched.
Her King is dead by betrayal of liquid death.
Her mother the Queen is in the dungeons to rests
She must travel far - without getting caught.
Her people are being slaves being beaten like oxen’s.
If she can just fly to where the unicorns hide.
War will be delivered. against good then evil for every living kind.