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Little sprites weaving flowers in your mane;
What is it that you are, do you even have a name?
Liquid brown eyes gaze softly in the light.
Could I touch you, mount you, ride you if I might?

Garlands of daisies hang sweetly from your coat;
Hair as smooth as satin touch fingers as I stroke.
Fields of buds and clover are the mattress for your bed.
Is that horn you carry so heavy for your head?

Nostrils quiver slightly as the breezes softly sigh;
A world of other creatures are reflected in your eyes.
Little butterflies with elfin hands fly briskly to and fro;
Living in a world with you that I will never know.

Your step is silent as you trod across the stream;
Only to become luminescent in the moon's reflecting beam.
Only good and happy things will happen to you here;
Living in another space where man cannot come near.

By: Nanny - Contributor

All that lives of legendry, Beauty, magic, mystery, Gentleness and purity, Dwells in me. I no mate, no kin, have known, None may claim me as his own; One is one, and all alone, It must be. Through their weariness and woe Men have sometimes seen me go, Felt a wind from Eden blow Suddenly. Though they hunt with spear and horn, Knowing life cannot be borne If they have no unicorn— I am free. Though they kill, and weep to see Beauty's symbol ended be— One is one and lives in me To eternity. By: Nicholas Stuart Gray©

Once magic was all around and humans knew how to call on it, to use it to keep the world in harmony and protect the earth and all its inhabitants. But slowly it began to die away as fewer and fewer practiced its rituals and believed in its power. The belief in "science" and "logic" began to gain strength, shoving aside the concepts of, and belief in, magic. Humanity began to believe the magic had somehow become evil, something to be avoided. And the world became a different place.

Since time immemorial, he and his kind have been waiting for the day he no longer needs to stay hidden from the world. For the day when humanity has evolved to the point where they will once again embrace the ways of the old magic. For them to realize they must reconnect to the land they live on before it's too late. But today is not that day . . . not yet.  For now all he can do is let them know he believes in them and that as long as they continue to believe in him, he and the others will be there -- waiting.

Deep in the heart of the ancient forest
He and his kind still survive.
The sacred trees protect them,
Keeping the old magic alive.

The wall around the forest is strong,
Keeping out the presence of man.
He can sense the protection around them—
It permeates the land.

He uses his mind's awesome power
To reach out to the edge of the wall.
He can sense them, those others,
Who will not let the protection fall.

"We believe" they affirm. "We believe."
Their faith is growing, getting strong.
He can feel their love and longing,
To keep his kind from all wrong.

And deep in his heart, he answers
With dreams and the desire to see.
He shows them his world of magic
And how wondrous their world could be.
      
He speaks to their minds and hearts,
Sending them visions of love.
They respond with even stronger belief,
Calling out to the heavens above.

With all of his might he tells them,
"Some day you'll see us once more.
Some day when your world is ready
To accept the ancient magic's lore."

But today is not the day—not yet.
So hidden away they remain.
Waiting and watching and hoping
For the old magic to return again.

For the day they can once again
Roam the world of man and be free.
With no fear that harm will befall them,
And they'll be able to just "be".

By: Unicorn Lady (2005)

He, the mystical creature
He, who vanished from the land
When there was too much hate
He left
When we began to separate

Its mystery is its magic
Like a rainbow
Something no one can hold
A sweet song
The legend that longs
To be told.

By: Shelly Hays - Contributor