Long ago and far away in a forgotten time, the unicorn stood alone, the source of mythical rhyme. Our guardian, the ever patient, elusive unicorn, bursts from the darkness, starlight shooting from his horn. He is the keeper of the silent unknown, a candle in the dark, harbored at the worlds edge, seldom earthbound will he embark. In his presense the past and the future become one, purity he protects and in his presense evil is undone. The unicorn is an honorable beast, who deserves admiration, he is the worlds balance and watches over man and Nation. The unicorn past and present, our life long friend, as our dreams are eternal so is he.
