Unicorn
The hunter stood beside me
Who blew that mighty horn.
I saw that he was hunting
The gentle unicorn.
But the unicorn is noble
He knows his gentle birth
He knows that God has chose him above
All beast on Earth.
He's placed on a ledge that climbs.
The ledge that climbs high in the sky.
It sparkles and shimmers a gleam so wide
the unicorns roam and rare-up high
They are God's special creatures
And live a righteous life.
For they fear no man and scorn their dart.
And only a virgin's magic power shall tame their haughtly heart.
Rhonda Woods
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