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Behind him he can hear the sounds that means the hunt is near.
Fair before him is the trap, and in the trap, the bait.
He trembles, kneels, and lays his horn
Upon the lap of fate.
The hunters mean to slay the beast and take his precious horn.
So gleeful in their greed and lust, they have not paused to see
This maid is not the peasant girl they left tied to the tree.
And as they raise their spears, she casts blue lightening from her hands.
Their limbs are bound fast to their sides, as if with iron bands.
She rises. In her voice is rage and hatred in her eyes.
"Cruel killers of a dream, full well you merit death", she cries.
And as you have the hunters been, so shall you hunted be!"
Now once again out from her hands, the lightenings dance and flare.
Where once each man had stood, there was a small and frightened hare.
And pray the Lady spares your lives".
They fled in terror then.
She said, "There's others of your kind. They too may die, unless....
Shall we turn hunter, you and I?"
The Unicorn said "Yes".
From a poem by Mercedes Lackey; Top picture from Rosalie's Refuge
Thumbnail sketches from "Lena's Unicorns"
Enter the Magic of Unicorns
Rosalie's Unicorn Refuge
Unicorns to Color
Unicorn Friendship Center - adopt a unicorn
Mythical .....The Unicorn
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