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Winter's Unicorn |
Out in yon winter's forest,
A blanket of snow on the ground...
There I spied a magnificent unicorn,
As she played and frolicked around.
Slowly I moved closer to her,
A feeling of love swept over me.
I moved on as drawn by a magnet,
Mesmerized by her majestic beauty.
When finally I stood beside her,
My hand running through her silken mane.
She looked at me with bright blue eyes,
The wind softly whispered her name.
Her horn sparkled as polished gold,
Reflected there in the bright winter sun.
What brought this blessing unto me?
That her spirit and mine were as one?
Oh Mystique, your beauty and wonder
called to me,
My heart and spirit swiftly replied.
How shall I repay the blessing of kindness?
How can your beauty be described?
Softly the Unicorn spoke to me,
"Ye hast pure heart and true love within thee."
"Tis that which called out my name,
And guided thee here to see me."
We frolicked there in the forest,
And played upon the blanket of white snow.
Before I knew it, twas time to leave,
Said the Unicorn, "Listen close before ye go."
"Time is changing, all moving on...
Sadly I am the last of my kind.
Go and tell all of the unicorn,
So the mystique may stand the test of time."
I looked again into her eyes so blue,
And saw there a glistening tear.
"I promise thee, yer story shall live on!"
"It will be passed down through the years!"
Mystique smiled softly, then stood to leave,
A bittersweet smile upon her face.
"Then it shall be as foretold,"
She said," E'er remember this day, this place."
Now years later, grandchildren all about,
I still tell the tale of the winter's play.
And although many still have some doubts,
I know Mystique still plays in that winter
forest day.
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