Lone Tree Lake

As you approach the huge twisted spread of the lonely tree, you see that it sits at the edge of a tiny lake. You feel a great sense of awe as you stand under it.

"This is the Lone Tree," the girl says. "It is known for its wisdom."

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The branches of the tree sway slowly. You listen closely and find that the wind whispering through them sounds almost like words. After awhile you can begin to make them out.

"What is a Unicorn?" "Mother," said the child I once was, "What is a unicorn?" And smiling quietly mother said, "It's the innocence of the unborn." "Teacher," said the youth I once was, "What is a unicorn?" And smiling quietly teacher said, "It's the calm before a storm." "So," I say to the me I am, "What is a unicorn?" And I smile quietly to myself, As inside the answers form.

Midnight Encounter My heart once was drawn to ponder The Fabulous Unicorn Its slim body full of power Hooves that spark as flint on stone Shimmering coat that flows like water Mane as fine as spider's silk Eyes deep with nature's wisdom Pale horn gleaming starlight Suddenly there stood before me A Unicorn, full of Brilliant Glory Suddenly there stood before me Pale horn gleaming starlight Eyes deep with nature's wisdom Mane as fine as spider's silk Shimmering coat that flows like water Hooves that spark as flint on stone And a slim body full of power The Fabulous Unicorn Burnt itself into my heart.

Unicorn Lullabye The wind sings so peacefully, It's happy tonight. The moon shines down gracefully, Serenity its light. The stars so high above my head Sing joyfull melodies, The trees whisper lullabies, And gentle are the seas. For the Unicorn walks tonight, The Unicorn walks tonight.

When Time Was Young Among the stars she'd dance and run And ever ourshine their glory. She graced more than lines of poem and story, Back when time was young. Thundering down the winds she'd come Full of strengh and honour, And only the virgin's hand could calm her, Back when time was young. Often she blazed like the roaring sun, Her coat a brilliant white, Yet her horned brow gave a soothing light, Back when time was young. Where is the unicorn with her laughing fun? For we're now on a lonely track That makes men wish that they were back, Back when time was young.

Silavnon coughs a bit. "Well, I didn't say it was known for it's taste in poetry."

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From the lone tree you can see a huge black tower, also situated in the gem fields.

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Song: Sor Etude No. 17
Sequence © Pierre R. Schwob - by permission. Original from the Classical MIDI Archives

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