The Unicorn
Prophets spoke of a dove-white one who'd come but stay unseen
Whose alicorn and equine form could by no man be tamed
So very few dared hope her be more than only legend
I among the faithless too, 'til happed upon her presence
Behold! This perfect being! Resplendent in her beauty
Her fierce green eyes and noble mane: I was captivated
Awestruck, undone, of impure flesh: unable to pursue
This holy one, now with my heart, slipped silently away
So now I long, both night and day, to gain a second glance
By prayer and faith, some soon day, to meet her once again
To gaze upon her graceful form, and breathe her majesty
And see anew, in light of morn, what's only in my dreams
But dreams for now must be enough, through stormy nights ahead
Till winds calm and tears have dried, and I hold her near again
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