The Unicorn

 

The  single horn

Channels its mind

Focuses power

 The hidden to find.

 

Stopped by nothing

To  all realms it flies

Penetrates mystery

Sweeps through the skies.

 

Because it has wisdom

(Though filled with power)

´Tis gentle with virgins

In garden bower.

 

Would foolish man chase it

With rope or with gun?

It will then disappear

From the light of the sun.

 

And now it is gone

No one´s seen it for years

Its wisdom forgotten

It had no peers.

 

Do we mourn its loss?

Do we feel its lack?

What will it take

To coax it back?

 

 

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