Alas a Noble hunter

Thought he could gain a prize

By the use of a pure maiden

An thereby the trap disguise

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He sat her in a meadow,

In a place all green and lush

He bade her to start singing

And then hid behind the brush

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The Maiden started singing

The song was pure and sweet

The forest breezes carried it

To the glade where Unicorn's meet

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One came there and heard it

And as he bent to graze

Was captured by the maiden's song

And followed in a daze

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The other's sadly watched him

They knew there was no cure

And they must let him follow

The song's sweet, deadly lure

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The maiden saw him coming

His beauty struck her like a lance

And through her painful yearning

Heard the hunter's stealth advance

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The Unicorn gazed upon her

She felt lost in soulful eyes

And wondered how it was she lured

Something so beautiful and wise

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The hunter notched his arrow

It was a perfect shot

He imagined all the envy

At the trophy he had brought

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The maiden heard the hunter

And sprung in peril's way

Knowing if she hurried

He would gain no prize that day

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The hunter cursed

His shot had gone awry

Instead of his prize trophy

He had shot the maiden's thigh

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The hunter helped his Maiden

As he watched his trophy go,

Then noticed she was smiling

How that could be he did not know!

~

By S.Hamaker

Copyright 1997