Your Unicorn is Just a Horse

One day you must just close the book
and tell yourself 
“The fairytale does not exist.”

The melancholy shall pass. 
You will learn the hollow futility 
of mourning the loss 
of something you never even had
to lose. 

Your eyes, strained and teary
will, for a while, 
see only shades of sad blue-grey. 
But colour will return. 
Vibrancy will come again. 

And as you see the world anew
you will spy new opportunities. 
New tales, greater than those fictions. 
You will see that your unicorn 
is just a horse. 
But with it you can do many a great thing. 

And the truth. That provides great clarity. 
In this tale
even the good guys die in the end.