The Unicorn

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

There once was a place, here on Earth,
Where innocence ruled and fairies played;
A place of the snow white unicorn,
A beautiful place where angels stayed.
Twas a place where sparkling streams ran sweet;
An invitation to all to bathe within.
The swans there spoke to the unicorn;
Twas a place truly without sin.

And the unicorn ran swift and free,
In the meadows where flowers ever bloom;
Never a cloud, nor a storm-filled day,
Not a single corner of shadowed gloom.
Twas a place of special magic made,
For the unicorn possessed a golden horn;
For as long as it roamed upon the land,
There was happiness, from morn to morn.

But the unicorn was a curious creature;
Lack of fear led him to a place afar.
To a land of dark and evil souls;
A land of hatred, anger and war.
There, it found a creature named man,
Who hungered to own the horn of gold;
So he crept up as the unicorn slept,
And from it's head, the magic stole.

The unicorn never returned to paradise;
The magic died, the angels went away.
The earth grew cold and the meadows barren;
Twas no longer a pleasant place to stay.
Because one unique creature strayed too far,
And found the place where sin is born.
How do I know this story is true?
It's easy, you see, I'm the unicorn.