
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
