"The Unicorn"

A creature of beauty
A creature of grace
Yes, everything has it's place,

But, you, my friend,
Have a place all your own
Where no one else can find,

For you exist within my heart
And also in my mind.
(Rebecca Irish)

Wings Of Gold

If you believe that dreams are true
Then when you sleep you'll find
Many adventures waiting for you
In the realities of your mind.

A strong, proud beast is standing there
As if poised to fly away-
A winged horse, a Pegasus
As bright as golden day.

With strength, beauty, pride and grace
She raises her wings to fly
Asking you to come away
With her to midnight sky.

If you decide to fly with her
A charge you then must hold
To tell no other mortal
How you flew on wings of gold.

by Ashley

Rare Ones

There are rare ones, so true
Who can always believe.
For they see with their heart
Since their eyes can deceive.

They dream with their eyes open,
And mind quite awake
But see magnifcent creatures
That to another land they take.

Ones may tell them their wrong, not right
But even then they still believe
They are ones who see the flash of white.

Behond those trees and behind that bush
They look so hard
But no farther their eyes can push.
Once more they head home, heart low, head hung
Then in their sleep this song shall be sung.

For only to rare shall this beast appear,
All beauty and grace
They could bring a tear.
But the rare ones do not, and they don't try to
They just reach out a hand and say 'I know you'

A Beast so white, snow so clear and only for rare ones
Will they be so near.
Bright shining eyes and a glorious horn,
For the rare ones its family,
The great Unicorn.

All ye that be reading, and looking about
Feeling so safe and true
That I have no doubt.
A smile will cross the lips of me,
For I know with my heart,
That the rare one is Ye.

by GrayWolfe

Magical, Mystical, Majestic

If deep in your heart, you truly believe,
A sight you then will behold,
Of a creature of brilliance who bears a gold horn,
Is how the story's told.

Many a man a horse they shall see
Standing straight in front of them,
They have closed eyes of non faith,
And persuded a life of pure sin.

They canter amongst fields made of green,
Drinking the water from a lake,
When I close my eyes and dreams bring me here,
It's then that I pray not to wake.

Thier beauty for years has mezmerized me,
Perfection with them at it's best,
When God had created the
Unicorns soul, he truly out did all the rest.

Nothing has ever come close in it's tries,
To grace this fine world we call ours,
All the princesses living in enchanted lands,
Stare down at them from their high above towers.

I thank God each day that my eyes can behold,
A vision that most will not see,
They roam my world built on fantasy,
Where there I shall let them roam free.

Written By Sharon McCabe

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