The Chase in the Moonlight (Poem)

The forest was silent,
No sound rose in the night.
In a tree perched a Ranger,
One of the silent protectors of the forest,
And its every creature.
The blade glinted in the moonlight.

Down it ascended on the creature.
The unicorn’s cry was not silent,
It reached the ears of the Ranger,
The scream in the night.
A breeze blew through the forest,
As the unicorn’s blood shimmered silver in the moonlight.

The shadow darted through the forest.
On his tail, the ranger,
Her footfalls on the leaves silent.
The horn of the murdered creature,
In his hand reflected the moonlight.
He ran, she chased in the night.

No longer was the forest silent,
The sounds of their chase rent the night.
The murderer from the Ranger,
Ran in the forest.
He broke into the clearing. Like a mad creature,
He turned, illuminated by the moonlight.

She stepped into the clearing, ever silent,
Her bow drawn, arrow tip glinting in the moonlight.
He must pay for the death of the creature.
She missed the smirk in the night.
The dagger pierced the Ranger,
Driving her to her knees in the forest.

His laugh shredded the night.
It woke every inhabitant of the forest.
But he missed the arrow knocked in the moonlight,
For the dagger only pierced the shoulder of the ranger.
He sank to the ground, his laughter cut silent.
He paid for the death of the creature.

That night, blood dripped in the moonlight,
From the shoulder of the ranger,
As every creature in the forest became, once again, silent.

This is a fixed poem. I had to end the lines with the same six words and then use all six words in the last three-line verse. It was actually a lot of fun. Don't ask me why it was about a ranger and a unicorn-murderer. I don't know. It just popped in my head, and I take heed of the pops.