I think we all, no matter what age we are. Have some memories that are mystical. In this poem I try and capture my childhood memories of a unicorn.

I live in a land of never never,

yet I live in a land that is real – but unreal.

I have the power of all that is mystery and enchantment

passed down to me from the God’s before time.

I have an aura of presence about me,

right from when time first began.

I am a God of the forest

a destroyer of all that is dark.

With my coat of pure brilliant white

and my long golden coiled spur.

I will protect those who believe in me

and in all that is good.

I stand high above men,

and I walk the path

of all that is righteous and innocent.

In this world and in the next.

I live in the hearts and minds of children,

so I am not so much fantasy

as I am reality.

I am all of the mysteries undiscovered.

I am all what I write I am

For I am -

The Unicorn

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