The Story of the Unicorn
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The Story of the Unicorn
| He came out the wood
on the winter night, At the time when the moon was born. And went to the
shore where the wind grew wild, And waves were breaking of stone. it was
so cold that no one of beasts, Had courage to leave its lair, And only
that one in the icing mist, Seemed having another care. He lifted up his
head with the fine, And slender spiral horn, And thought: What is in this
lot of mine, And why am I so alone? The centuries passed as I had grown
up, In the depth of enchanted wood, And the sun sent down all the warmth
it had, Whenever I trod my foot. The animals played and the birds were
glad, Hearing my easy pace, And women and men those who pure in heart,
Were coming to visit my place. Then something happened and men became,
Obsessed with another deeds. They started playing a cruel game, And hunt
defenseless beasts. But magic to heal, to defend and to free, That was
given to me one day, Making invisible living with me, For those who were
coming for prey. At last the people had understood, What the essence of
secret should be, And started coming into my wood, Seeking to capture me.
They wished me to serve those who were in charge, Of all the people and
land, Well, I should like better to stay at large, Why could they not understand?
They were very smart and tried their best, Chasing me day after day, That
finally I had no minute of rest, And could no longer stay. So, ones at
night when the hunters were gone, I stepped on the pilgrim's road. Alas,
I could nowhere have settled for long, And looked for the other abode.
For men were men, they wished to posess, Whatever they felt they like,
They seemed so clever, but yet couldn't guess, That freedom was not to
be tied. That neither beauty, nor love, nor grace, Were under their command,
That only slaves make the others slaves, And like to have them in hand.
The time has changed, but the people still stay, Were once they had chosen
to be, And as long as it goes this dangerous way, There will be no room
here for me. This way he thought standing on the shore, Then looked at
the pattern of night, And made a leap that no one ever saw, And disappeared
from the sight. The heaven accepted its lonely son, And had become his
home. This is how finally had been done, The story of the unicorn.
~Pavel Alekseyev 1997 |
  
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