Thalia - Guardian Of Stories And
Adopted From Amanda's Castle
While yet the Morning Star
Flamed in the sky
A unicorn went mincing by,
Whiter by far than blossom of the
His silver horn
Glittered as he danced and pranced
Silver-pale in the silver-pale morn.
The folk that saw him, ran away.
Where he went, so gay, so fleet,
Star-like lilies at his feet
Flowered all day,
Lilies, lilies in a throng,
And the wind made for him a song:
But he dared not stay
By: Ella Young© (1939)
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
that lives of legendry,
Beauty, magic, mystery,
Gentleness and purity,
Dwells in me.
I no mate, no kin, have
None may claim me as his
One is one, and all alone,
It must be.
Through their weariness and woe
Men have sometimes seen me
Felt a wind from Eden blow
Though they hunt with spear
Knowing life cannot be borne
If they have no unicorn—
I am free.
Though they kill, and weep
Beauty's symbol ended be—
One is one and lives in me
By: Nicholas Stuart Gray©
the hopes of man,
creature is the fairest in the land,
Only to be
tamed by that of a maiden,
But never to
be touched by men.
As the girl's
hand rests on the creature's nose,
in amazement as the horn glows.
The mare then
got to her knees,
The girl just
got on the mare's back,
nothing the Unicorn could lack.
galloped through the trees,
The girl had
never felt so free.
By: Julie McLaughlin
stopped for some rest,
horn, the mare nudged the maiden's chest.
reached into the pocket in her dress,
Only to find
a necklace woven of stars.
the mare, feeling light as Mars.
was hugging herself in her room.
out her window to the shining moon,
And knew it
was all a dream,
wanted it to be.
She sat down
and felt something rough and sparse
Only to find
the necklace of stars.
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.
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
As I sit on the warm sand
I slowly drift off to sleep
Before I close my eyes,
I see something in the waves.
My eyes widen when I see something coming out of the ocean
I sit up, fearful of what it might be
A white creature slowly emerges from the blue waters
He slowly walks up onto the beach
The light from the setting sun, made the creature glow in a white light
The water streaming down his mane, and tail glistened in the dying sunlight
His hooves pawed at the sand, as if saying "I am ready"
The spiral horn on the middle of his forehead
pointed to the heavens
His blue eyes stared at me like he was staring straight into my soul
I could see innocence, and love in those eyes
Never had greed, or hatred ever been in those eyes
knew who he was as soon as I laid eyes on him
The dear, and noble unicorn
We both stood there looking at one another
What seemed like centuries, lasted only moments
As if waking up from a dream, the unicorn broke our stare, and returned to
Never again did I see the unicorn, nor did I ever forget him
But I knew, I knew he was there
There in the sea, there in my heart
He would always be there in the endless sea
He would be there for all time
Till the moon shines no more, and the sun burns out for all eternity
For he was the guardian of the sea, and he would stay there till the ends
By: JupiterMoon -
A poem written by
my "down under" friend. Thanks for sharing, Alison.
creatures of ethereal beauty,
may see them save those who are pure.
and fancy they were created,
ever explain their powerful lure?
over their mysteries enchant me
imagined? extinct or alive?
again I feel they protect me,
my dreams, so that they may thrive.
By: Alison Grills (2002)
Do you remember me?
I remember you
Your soft nose against my face
Do you recognize me?
I recognize you
Your white fur your glistening horn
Can you hear me?
I hear you
Your beautiful whinny sailing the sky
Can you trust me as before?
I trust you
Your guidance is essential
Am I important to you?
You are important to me
You are my north star
Will you follow me?
I would follow you
Come follow me through the sky
By: Cassandra Hernandez -
He, the mystical creature
He, who vanished from the land
When there was too much hate
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 -
across the hoof stepped spaces,
There's a wall
Stopping you and causing you to hide.
Not gone from memory...
Will you take me on a wild ride.
That moonlit sensation, I want to feel,
Even if no one else cares.
Myth or magic, I know you're true,
Maybe others don't know you're for real.
Just flying far away....
Just flying far away....
I want to call to the heavens above,
That I want to see you, essence of love.
Wish that you could just hear me,
But I know how small human voices can be.
Unicorns aren't welcome in the good and now.
If you'll teach me, I'll show them how.
Unicorns are what I have inside!
Legends and proofs won't stop me,
Oh...I want you to be free!
You don't judge, don't hate, don't disappoint,
You are real to me, that's the point.
Not my enemy, I'm not bait,
My eternal longing, your presence will sate,
Your shining brightness fuels the soul.
I'll just let you be, let you float away free,
Perfect for eternity, now I see.
So glorious, too great for me as I am,
I can't just say, Unicorn appear, kazaam.
Far away, you should stay,
Unicorns must last until the end of the end!
The end of the end,
Its far away,
Stay safe until then,
Then perfect will begin to mend.
By: Natasha Caylor,
She's tapping on your window, so open
She makes the wind stir when you stroke
For when you are scared, she will
always be there.
Because from the start she was in your
Look at how she lies so still;
that is to match her very strong will.
She gallops so fast in a place so fair!
With her long long hair that never
For she is a UNICORN.
Gavilan. Age 10 - Contributor