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Unicorn

There was a creature in the days of yore,

such as none had ever seen, or ever will,

nor ever did again.

 

She was a creature of all creation.

She wasn't bound by earthly ties,

she never mourned,

she never sighed,

she was a creature of the evening sky.

 

She found joy in living...

every clover became a delight,

every mountain-meadow sunrise

was a new beginning to her.

 

Through her soft eyes

she saw only that which was good,

and true,

and beautiful.

She was beautiful...

 

Like the glimmering surface of a clear running stream,

like the delicate billows of a puffy, satin cloud,

like the petals of a flower

and the majesty of a mountain,

she was beautiful.

 

Her golden mane was soft and fine,

her strong smooth muscles rippled with gentleness,

her eyes were galaxies of stars brought together by a tender, giant hand.

 

Her single horn grew straight and proud from her wizened face,

and seemed to speak in a voice all its own

with ribbons of light and magical song.

 

She was a creature of beauty and truth

and an inspiration for those oppressed...

but she began to die the day Mankind was born.

 

She was a being of love; but he, a beast of war.

And though Love prevails over hate, it dies when left

all alone.

 

She slowly grew old,

century by century

until she simply faded away

into a world of a billion mad humans.

 

But she left her legacy,

for the tears she cried through the ages

became precious gems to vain humankind.

 

She thought of her tears as tokens of Love...

we know them as diamonds.