The Banshee stood
over the bubbling cauldron.
Silver liquid
boiled within. It shined, with a white glow.
The Banshee smiled
as she waved her hand over the brew.
The begin to bubble
more franticly, and the silver substance began to rise from within. The Banshee stepped back, with a satisfied look upon her
face.
The liquid took
form. Into the essences of purity. The body of light. The soul of magic.
Everything evil
was, this creature was not.
It was beauty,
grace, faith, and most of all a great hope.
It was a unicorn. Spirit Unicorn.