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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