No Tears

A song of the battle-bred -- a warrior unicorn caste created to protect the whitelings, or classical European unicorn, from hunters, harm, or other threats. Built on similar lines to draft horses, they are many colors, have feathers (long hairs on their legs), and horns scimitar-curved instead of straight. See the pic of Travesty in my art gallery to get more description and to see a depiction of battle-bred anthro form. The battle-bred were meant to be partners to the whitelings, but instead, they've been shoved into a slave class, and any small infraction can have heavy consequences including beatings without healing, or simple execution. Forbidden to learn to read or write with strictly controlled exceptions, they have developed instead a rich oral tradition, of which this song is one example.

No Tears

Do not weep for me, my son, so young at heart and strong.
I dance along the cloudlines now, I listen to all songs.
I joust the lightning with my horn, my hooves will carry thunder.
A thousand stars light my eye, a million sparks of wonder.

Do not cry for me, my daughter, so brave and boldly going.
I course along with rivers wild, run the rain's bright bowing.
I nicker in the cricket's chirp, I whistle in the trees.
A million miles I will roam, blown by gust and breeze.

Do not sorrow for me, my mate, my soul and inner strength.
I wait for you to join me, I will your whole life's length.
I stand ever at your shoulder, I tangle in your mane.
A countless age we have ahead, when I finally call your name.

Do not let me be forgotten, sing my songs and tell my tales.
Murmur them in the lazy summer, shout them in winter gales.
Remember me as I have been, and to those who come behind.
My duty may have claimed me, but justice will be mine.