3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

Revised sonnet #1530

His mount the unicorn hide white horn black
He spurred in snow in lightly falling flakes
Hooves sunk struck stones a sudden crunch and clack
At nervous neighs he shivered both their sakes
They stopped a mile out from the shepherds shack
There west wind whips a stand of pinetrees quakes
There werewolves walk and whack in pair or pack
There would he justify the journeys aches
The unicorn a proxy stalking horse
He sent in first to skip and snort and prance
His bow and arrows free of spy or glance
Hit werewolves rapturous in barking coarse
The silver arrows slaughtered furry foe
The werewolves wicked long last laid he low
Chorus foe enemy opponent