THE UNICORN
A creature of beauty
A creature of grace
yes,everything,has it's place.
But,you my friend
have a place all your own
Where no one else can find.
For you exist within my heart
and also in my mind......
UNICORNS ON CHORONUS
The creatures time forgot
The ones God left behind
They bring your dreams at night
and in the day they haunt your mind
They are waiting in a place
A pleace you cannot find
A place that's in your future
Yet a place you left behind......
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THE UNICORN
The nightingale among them
Sang sweet and loud and long,
Until a greater voice than hers
Rang out above her song.
For suddenly,among the crags,
Along the narrow vale,
The echoes of a hunting horn
Came clear upon the gale.
The hunter stood beside me
Who blew that mighty horn
I saw that he was hunting
The gentle unicorn-
But the unicorn is noble,
He knows his gentle birth
He knows that God has chosen him,
Above all the beasts of earth
The unicorn is noble;he keeps him safe and high,
upon a narrow path and steep,climbing to the sky,
And there no man can take him,he scorns the hunters dart
And only a virgin's mighty power shall tame his haughty heart
What would be now the state of us,but for this unicorn?
And what would be the fate of us,poor sinners,lost,forlorn?
Oh.may He lead us on and up,unworthy though we be,
Into His Father's kingdom,to dwell eternally!
This group of pictures donated by Koko
Unicorn
He is watching me.
I can see his eyes.
Blue,
Like a stormy night on a foggy port.
How silver is his horn,
A spiral,
Twisting,
Turning,
Winding its way to a peak,
Reaching for Heaven.
His mane blows freely in this night's air,
Catching the faintest breeze.
A stance he is in that says,"What do you see?"
I reply,"A unicorn."
Why Unicorns
This is the creature there has never been.
They never knew it,yet none the less,
they loved the way it moved,its suppleness,
its neck,its very gaze,mild and serene.
Not there,because they loved it,it behaved
as though it were.They always left some space.
And in that clear unpeopled space they saved
it lightly reared its head,with scarce a trace
of not being there.They fed it,not with corn,
but only with the possibility
of being.And that was able to confer
such strength,its brow put forth a horn.One horn
Whitely it stole up to a maid-to be
within the silver mirror and in her.
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