In the sunlight, she went dancing
Hooves lifted high, lightly prancing
Her mane and horn gilded by the sun
As across the green plains she'd run
Her eyes of violet hue soft shimmering
Her hide of velvet cream glimmering
Groomed by Faeries in the night
Beneath the moon's wan silver light
A unicorn maid, most fair of fair
With power to draw anyone's stare
From the shade Fingofel watched her
Veiled from sight by shadowed firs
The Maid Amorgan the fair unicorn
With silver hooves and silver horn
Watched her withers shimmering
And her pale eyes soft glimmering
Watched with lust this immortal maid
His Desire cutting deep as icy blade
Fingofel the mighty black Unicorn
With ebon hooves and a golden horn
From distant lands shade came
In form of men and bearing that name
With a virgin bound and spells of night
To Lure Amorgan from the light
Falling upon her with all their might
Armed with blades and weapons bright
Staining ivory pelt with deep blood red,
Goring her till she was half dead
And Felling silvery fair unicorn
Slaying bait and stealing silver horn
Then fast did they all flee away
Hastening home without any delay
Intent to create for their dark lord
With Amorgan's horn, a magical sword
And little then did they perceive
What soon they would most fearful greive
For Fingofel beheld the murder and rape
And made vows of power against their escape
Vengeance though the council firmly forbade
For the fair, ill beseiged, unicorn maid
Yet Amorgan to death would fall
And healing horns could only stall
What her own horn alone could heal
And so Fingofel defied the law's appeal
Speeding fast upon the enemies trail
And though they fled it was to no avail
Swift he came racing over plain and lawn
And Fingofel sighted them ere the dawn
Hastening to what the law had condemned
And with flaming fury fell upon them
Again hides were stained deathly red
and meny fell down, dying and dead
For with a rage mighty and utterly fell
Fought and slew these men, brave fingofel
Yet Even as the last of them fell to death
The hero faltered, short of breath
His body wracked by a deep set pain
His strugglings to rise made in vain
For in defying the creator's ban
Lying, he was transformed into a man
Such is the price of lust and hate
decreed to man and beast by old man fate
For to Lust and murder, kill and mourn,
Be not the lot of the immortal unicorn
So Fingofel is bound to the lot of men
Forever barred by flesh from kin and ken
In his new form, he returns one last time
Sheid from by his kin, unknown in his crime
Going to Amorgan the fading Unicorn
To return to her, the ravaged silver horn
Then Standing he hastens to the far away
Leaving behind the plains were Unicorn's play
And in the flesh of man he must remain
Mourning that which he lost and cannot regain
With a face that's grim and a sword of gold
He'll roam the lands of men, true tale untold
Pressing against the night with all his power
Striving to resist temptation, dark and dour,
Still Amorgan he dreams of and mourns
For men are not permitted to love unicorns
Fighting with a sword, once a golden horn
Such is the fate of the fallen Unicorn
By Analexii (Cassidy R. Scaglione)
Author notes
Inspired by Ontarah's "Torn: The Lay of Elahir"
A contest entry
- FAIRY TALE CONTEST!!!!!!!! by Sahlili20.
450 points, ended April 10, 2007, 23 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Gentle Soothing Fantasy by Tablet Of Essence.
432 points, ended May 14, 2007, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Tales Untold by Sokarjo.
1200 points, ended June 20, 2007, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Bridge, Picard Here... Yes, some Earl Grey would be nice, thank you.
Comments
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Superb story! At first I was afraid it was going to be a cliched unicorn tale, but you proved me very wrong. Excellent write! Thanks for your entry!
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I got alot of good out of this write. and I would like to thank you so much for posting it in my contest.
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This is such an amazing, beautiful write. I love everything about this. You kept me enthralled with every single line. I really enjoyed the names you used, the wonderful descriptions, and just the very essence of your poem. Magnificent!
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This is a very beautiful write!
Thank you for entering my contest!--Sahlili20 -
Excellent! In the world Elahir lives in there are no humans left (they were destroyed in a war with dragons centuries before) so turning into a human wasn't an option. I love this. I really like the idea of him carrying her horn as a sword. Such a fitting reminder and yet so sad as well. I also love the idea of not making unicorns so cliched and this write certainly does that. I looked at that painting by Brom and wondered why would a unicorn be black? I must say I'm more than a little flattered that my meager writing was able to awaken your muse. I love your names as well. They have an almost LoTR flair to them. Actually the name "Elahir" was inspired by Elrohir from Lord of the Rings. This is great! I really have no words for it really. I am glad you enjoyed my poem so much and this is a great tribute that I am unworthy of!
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Fingofel was the name of a hawk on a TV show i was watching at the time i wrote this, and Amorgan is sort of just a made up name... in a way Morgan le Fay-ish... lol. No, i noticed the absense of humans in your poem (as well as their absense in your story on Storywrite - got something against us?) I replaced dragons with them in this story because greed and lust and such are all emotions very easily projected onto the species.
Also, they are rather a less powerful race in comparision to dragons and unicorns and such, and so it seemed fitting that as punishment Fingofel became a being of less power than one of equal or greater ability.
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