At first, in the beginning,
you were like a distant sun, a far-off star.
We could only gaze and marvel and wonder
at you and your beauty from afar.
Standing in that shimmering, silver pool,
whiter then the purist arctic snow,
a beautiful, delicate,e horse-like creature
bathed in Heaven's holy glow!
And greatest of all, like a spear
forged of liquid gold, shone your horn!
Had God Himself sent to us His own steed,
the one and only unicorn?
Nature held sway in those days and
you ran free through forests wild.
Answering only to the voices of the
gentle maiden and the innocent child.
You would dance with us through green fields
filled with thousands of summer flowers,
and in times of pain and suffering you would
give freely of your healing powers.
The language of ever animal, plant, river,
and tree you did hear and know,
and wherever you walked all life would
explode in beauty and thrive and grow.
Once we saw you stand upon a mountain cliff
and beheld you toss your horn and rear up high,
your white mane shimmering as shafts of pure
light fell down upon you from the sky.
Wild guardian, gentle healer, faithful friend,
you would have stayed with us forever and always,
Heaven's holy horse willfully Earth-bound
until the last and final days.
But while you could satisfy our every good want,
our every good need, you couldn't, in the end,
cure us of our spiteful envy, our poisoned desires,
our growing discontent, our lustful greed.
For you had what we could never have,
you could do what we could never achieve,
you knew what we could never know, thus we came
to hate you, and we turned from friend to foe.
Would you have freely given to us what we wanted
if only we had asked you? We knew you would have
died for us if you'd needed too.
Your horn! Your glorious horn! That was what we wanted
most of all! Ah, the might we could wield if only we
could posses it! It was our lust for your power that
led to your downfall.
The Great Hunt began, all over the world, wherever
you went we pursued. We vowed never to rest or turn
from our endeavors until you were either killed or
caught and subdued.
And die you did, on the white shores of the great sea
from which you first came. Fell fighting demons and
hell-hounds we conjured through our dark arts, filled
with despair and pain.
At last you lay still on the beach and we gathered around
and took hold of that ultimate prize, that magnificent horn!
Our swords and axes rose and fell until from your face it
was shorn.
You died. The sea turned black. The sun dimmed. Lighting
split the sky. The moon became red. The Earth trembled and
shook.. Animals and children screamed. God wept. The unicorn
had fallen. The unicorn was dead.
Now mankind had the knowledge to work his unquestionable will.
Space and time are ours to conquer, the Earth and its beasts
are ours to dominate and remake. Death will soon be defeated.
Our souls are ours to deny and kill.
Because of the unicorn's passing we can now be what we were
truly meant to be. How dare an animal withhold what was and
what was always meant for higher beings such as we?
Of course we don't believe in unicorns, they're just a stupid
fairy-tale. We are creatures of logic and reason now, no more
legends and mysteries for us, we have a world to win and we're
not going to fail!
