Ballad of the Unicorn

                                         

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                              Ballad of the Unicorn

 

These are some songs. Note; everything is copyrighted! If you want to tell one of them on your site, just make a link to this page.

 

There was a land; now there isn't such,

It was a land that no human touched,

With fiery sunsets and golden dawns,

With pixies and fairies full of songs.

 

But surely the most wonderful beast,

Who was among the intrepid least;

Whiter than snow, with a spiralled horn,

Born of the light was the unicorn.

 

One day the unicorn longed for adventure,

He never knew danger and he had ventured,

To the part of the woods where he'd never been,

Great was his wonder at what he'd seen;

 

Deep in the woods, sat on a stone,

Was a beautiful maid, completely alone.

Brushing her silky, brown-golden hair;

She was so innocent, glowing with fair.

 

He was the most beautiful beast,

Who once was among the intrepid least;

Whiter than snow, with the ill-fated horn,

Doomed in the light was the unicorn.

 

Just as the girl raised her hand to stroke,

Out of the bushes an arrow broke;

The unicorn reared, neighed out and shied;

He ran with the hunters just behind.

 

Out of breath, and exhausted beast,

Who once was among the intrepid least,

Patched with dirt, with the missing horn,

Doomed for his light was the unicorn...

 

He is the most beautiful beast,

Who once was among the intrepid least,

Whiter than snow, with the hidden horn,

Nearly gone is the unicorn...

I see them in my dreams,

I see them in my mind,

But I don't see them, don't see them - in real life...

 

I am alone in the fight for the death,

With no courage left, only with faith,

Their only hope, the one who can sway,

And enemies they have,

To cast away...

 

I see them in my dreams,

I see them in my mind,

But I don't see them, don't see them - in real life...

 

Whiter than snow, with the feathered feet,

A lion's tail, and a beautiful beard,

A thin spiralled horn, growing

Straight from the mind,

Why do these creatures of beauty should die?

 

I see them in my dreams,

I see them in my mind,

But I don't see them, don't see them - in real life...

 

They are so beautiful, they are so clever,

In peace they have lived for what had seemed forever,

Until one of them, and then all the rest,

Saw a young virgin girl,

And their time has passed...

 

I see them in my dreams,

I see them in my mind,

But I don't see them, don't see them - in real life...

 

The humans' ambition, their whim for the comfort,

Ensured that the beautiful creatures are done for,

Commanded by blindness, the unseeing mind,

They wanted the creatures,

Dead or alive.

Golden light of the sun,

In the shape of a thing;

Sheen of moon, grace of fawn,

And a horn - spiralled string.

Silver wings, never seen;

On the back, feather light.

Silver mane full of gleam

That would glow in the night...

We caught the thing called unicorn,

That none have seen for long at all.

And only maidens, pretty girls

Have made him come to live in songs.

 

So much he screamed and reared and neighed,

That many nights our hearts have pained.

And someone said, 'Let's try his horn,

If rhino's pricy, this means all.'

 

And as it screamed the final time,

Commited we an unknown crime.

The slash of sword that crossed his horn,

Was like the set of unicorn.

 

And when the horn broke off the fair,

The silence was so great it scared.

And saw we then the blood at head,

Around a ruby splendid red.

 

The gem, the 'king of rubies' stone

Had brought us wealth that dreamed had none.

But never had we heard again

How dryads in the forest sang.

 

 

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