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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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