Alone I lived and lonely
Until that wonderous day
Out of the realms of Fantasy
Came to me, the Unicorn

Pure and simple in his glory
I stroked his silken mane
And bade him stay
And though we both knew a Unicorn
Cannot be held, he placed
His head upon my lap, and
Allowed himself to be briefly caught

For weeks we played together
I and my new-found friend
And I came to believe I could hold him
Certainly I loved him, and in his
Own simple Unicorn way, he loved me

All too soon, fate and his forest beckoned
him, and he gently bade me farewell
In my heart I ranted and raved
How he had betrayed me! I'd believed in
him, and he was leaving me

But after gazing into his pure and open face
I realized he promised me naught
Mine was the fantasy,
For Unicorns cannot be held
They must remain wild and free
Or they will cease to be Unicorns

So I thank the gods he was for
A while my companion, and I
could caress his satiny skin, and
Glowing mane

Not many are blessed with the
love of a Unicorn, and fewer still
Survive the grief of parting
But I will remember only the
Joy of our togetherness, and he
Will be with me still

Luria Oakleaf

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Sarapin, in the year 438 AF.