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UNICORN PAGE #2

The defination of a Unicorn is- Mythical creature resembling a horse.And having a single horn in the center of his forehead: often symbolic of chasity and of purity. Also mentioned in the Bible.









The Creature

The unicorn,she said,was a marvelous beast,shining with honor,wisdom and strenth.Just to see him strengthened the soul." from The Unicorn in the Maze by Megan Lindholm

The Unicorn,

a legendary animal usually depicted as a large horse with a single horn on its forehead. It has also been described as having the hind legs of an antelope, the tail of a lion, and the beard of a goat. Represented in the arts of numerous ancient and medieval Asian and European cultures, the unicorn may have been created from distorted reports of rhinoceroses. In medieval Christendom the unicorn was endowed with symbolic qualities, both religious and secular. Some early translations of the Hebrew scriptures mentioned the unicorn (modern versions tend to call the same animal a "wild ox"), and as a biblical beast it acquired ecclesiastical associations. It represented chastity and purity. Though it would fight savagely when cornered, it could be tamed by a virgin's touch. During the Middle Ages, and even later, the unicorn's horn (as it was alleged to be), because of its fabled purity, was a popular ingredient for medicines and for alchemical reactions. Potentates and pontiffs obtained reputed unicorn's horn because it was considered strong protection against poison. The horn was also believed to ward off stomach trouble and epilepsy.







Written by Rebecca Irish

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.







The Unicorn

Written by Marlene Bucci

He hides by day, and searches by night. The last known unicorn, with the coat of angelic white. It's almost as if he's magic, the possessor of powers unknown. He keeps the hope of finding another, but he is painfully alone. Being seen by mankind, would mean instant death. Due to life's attained ignorance, they would take his last breath. He wants so badly to nuzzle, close to someone safe and warm. But this hope slowly fades, as does night with coming morn. He remains forever brave, and holds his head up high. Sometimes on a quiet night, you can hear his mournful cry. He will continue his search, until his dying day. The majestic and beautiful unicorn, who is perfect in every way.





I, Unicorn by Tempest

White lightning, pure of heart, thundering through plains with rippling muscles, glowing horn spiraling straight, sparking hooves through the land. Tis I, unicorn of old in gleaming white, shining like energy unbound of purest type, Love. Portals into space? Doorways into heaven? No, the unicorns eyes searching for the one with the purest of souls.







THE LAST UNICORN

When the last eagle flies Over the last crumbling mountain And the last lion roars At the last dusty fountain In the shadow of the forest Though she may be old and worn They will stare unbelieving At the Last Unicorn When the first breath of winter Throught the flowers is icing And you look to the north And a pale moon is rising And it seems like all is dying And would leave the world to mourn In the distance hear her laughter It's the Last Unicorn I'm alive... I'm alive When the last moon is cast Over the last star of morning And the future is past Without even a last desparate warning Look into the sky where through The cloudes a path is formed Look and see her how she sparkles It's the Last Unicorn I'm alive... I'm alive... I'm alive







When I was growing up My best friend was a unicorn, The others smiled at me and called me crazy. But I was not upset By knowing I did not conform, I always thought their seeing must be hazy. The unicorn and I would while away the hours, Playing, dancing, and romancing in the wild flowers. And we'd sing: Seeing is believing In the things you see. Loving is believing in the ones you love. Seeing is believing In the things you see . Loving is believing in the ones you love. When I was seventeen My best friend was the northern star, The others asked why I was always dreaming. But I did not reply, I found my thoughts were very far Away from daily hurts and fears and scheming. The northern star and I would share our dreams together, Laughing, sighing, sometimes crying in all kinds of weather. And we'd sing: Seeing is believing In the things you see. Loving is believing in the ones you love. Seeing is believing In the things you see. Loving is believing in the ones you love. And now that I am grown, My best friend lives inside of me, The others smile at me and called me crazy . But I am not upset, For long ago I found the key, I always known their seeing must be hazy. My friend inside and I, we wile away the hours, Playing, dancing, and romancing in the wild flowers. And we sing: Seeing is believing In the things you see. Loving is believing in the ones you love. Seeing is believing In the things you see. Loving is believing in the ones you love






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