The unicorn's sin

An earthly stardust fallen,
With a simple, pure heart.
A Light by sorrow swollen,
Rips all innate and smart.

Only one darkened spot,
On that glinting, silver fur.
Only one sinful dot,
Turns the shining light in blur.

The soul of angel sunken,
Trapped in simple matter.
With godly arts, now drunken,
In these shards that scatter.

My life is now moon-blessed,
Like the free, silver unicorn.
By spirit-art now obsessed,
From petty, Cretan evils torn.

The spot of black will be unseen,
When joy of heart entraps my soul.
For in my mind has never been,
It played a simple, arty role.

The looks of things are just an image,
Of the light that they project.
The soul may go a different lineage,
In the world her deeds inject.