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Unicorns Realm

Painting
(c)Don Maitz and Janny Wurts

Behold the Unicorn

He stands alone in a meadow of green,
The most glorious creature I've ever seen.
With silky mane of white, flowing
Golden spiral horn of magic, glowing.

Behold the Unicorn, of myth and lore,
Perhaps once existing, now no more?
But one stands before me, or so it seems,
Maybe only glimpsed in my dreams.

Gloria Green June,1998

"Remember, wherever they may have come from,
and wherever they may have gone,
Unicorns live inside the true believer's heart.
Which means that as long as we can dream,
there will be Unicorns".

Bruce Colville

The Unicorn is one of the rarest creatures on earth.Some say that there is only ever one Unicorn on earth at a time.It looks like a beautiful pure white horse with a beard and cloven (or split) hooves like a goat.It's most important feature is of course, the spiral horn in the center of it's forehead.This is where it's name comes from, for Uni-corn means "one-horn".This horn which is correctly called an "alicorn", is the source of all the Unicorns magical powers.

When a pool of water has become muddy, the Unicorn dips his horn into the water and it becomes clear and pure again.It provides protection from all sources of evil, is a cure for all poisons and anyone who was to drink from it would have good health all their lives.Some say you would actually become immortal.No wonder these horns could sell for ten times their weight in gold!

The only known way to capture a Unicorn was for a maiden of pure spirit to go into the forest and sit beneath a tree.If a Unicorn caught her scent, it would come to her and lay it's head in her lap.While stroking it's silky mane, the Unicorn would fall asleep and could then be captured.Though of course the best thing for a Unicorn is to be left free.

Compiled from information taken from the books:
The Unicorn Treasury
Fabulous Beasts
Of Witches and Monsters and Wonderous Creatures
Gloria Green June,1998

Unicorn

The Unicorn with the long white horn
Is beautiful and wild.
He gallops across the forest green
So quickly that he's seldom seen
Where Peacocks their blue feathers preen
And strawberries grow wild.
He flees the hunter and the hounds,
Upon black earth his white hoof pounds,
Over cold mountain streams he bounds
And comes to a meadow mild;
There, when he kneels to take his nap,
He lay's his head in a lady's lap
As gently as a child.

William Jay Smith

Starhorn

Run, Starhorn
Carry fire leaping from your starhorn
Pierce worlds
Cleft suns
Tangle clouds
Shatter time
With your flaming starhorn
Bring a wish, a maiden's wish
Head in lap
Eyes soft
Starhorn.

Shirley Rousseau Murphy

The Unicorn

While yet the Morning Star
Flamed in the sky
A unicorn went mincing by,
Whiter by far than blossom of the thorn:
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 thong,
And the wind made for him a song:
But he dared not stay
over-long!

Ella Young

Ragged John

Tattered clothes all fluttering
Worn out voice still muttering
Ragged John comes knocking
At all the doors in town.

And when a door swings open
Then you can hear the hope in
The thin, cracked voice that wonders
If you've seen his unicorn.

And we all know John is crazy
And his mind has gone all hazy
And the only thing we really wish
Is that he would just let us be.

But John, he keeps on questing
And the poor man knows no resting
For there's something hurt within him.
And the pain won't go away.

I've heard when John was younger
He was taken with a hunger
To see the white-horned wonder
They call the unicorn.

But when that star-horned, moon-maned dancer
Finally called, John could not answer;
Fear held him like a prisoner,
And he watched it walk away.

So now empty-eyed John hobbles
Across the village cobbles,
And the only fear he feels is
It will never come again.

Oh,when I watch old Ragged John
Go staggering by and wandering on.
I know there's nothing sadder
Than a heart that feared it's dreams.

If a unicorn should call to you
Some moon-mad night all washed in dew,
Then here's the prayer to whisper:
Grant me the heart to follow.

Beatrice Farrington

If you are ready to return to the Mythical Realm, go to Starlight and he will lead you back.

Large picture was found here