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There was one day, now faded with time,
So pure and perfect, utterly sublime. The day I found out the Fairy Tales are really true, I’ll share my story, if it is kept between us two … Away in the woods I wandered from camp, Rustling in the brush, I heard the hooves stamp. “Pray tell, who is there?” I whispered my plea, “Show yourself, there is naught to fear you see.” Angry snorts and stomping were my reply, Why did I come alone, oh why, oh why! I gulped as I prepared to part the brush, And suddenly I was hit with a terrible rush Of fear for what might spring forth at me, (Hungry perhaps?) lying in wait, behind the tree; What came next was even more a surprise, I stepped forward, unveiling its disguise; There before me stood, bathed in unearthly light, Caught in a trap and putting up a fight, A Unicorn, as told of in lore and myth, Amazed, could I really be standing here with… I blinked, and rubbed – could not believe my eyes, And yet it was all there for me to surmise, A horn, purest gold, jutting from its forehead Surely I must be asleep in my bed! “Your vision is fine, now if you don’t mind, Liberation I am most anxious to find.” It spoke! Now I could not trust my ears, I’d gone mad for sure, the worst of my fears! “Your ears and mind are both sound and intact, Sooner I’ll be free, the quicker you act.” Shocked again, and snapped out of my trance, As I pried the trap open, the Unicorn began to dance. “Thank you, thank you, dear human child, I haven't found many of your kind so gentle and mild. What reward would you ask me to bestow? It is the very least to you that I now owe.” Bewildered now, even more than before, I’d met a Unicorn, who could want more? Yet it stood waiting, wanting to give me some gift, So I pondered a little, let my mind drift. Revelation found me, as if it took my hand: “Take me away to your home, your magical land. Where all of the creatures of old reside, Your other realm, where you’ve chosen to hide. It is from you that I wish to learn, Knowledge of your kind is for what I yearn. What drove you away, kept you from my eyes What can you learn as you watch us like spies, What do you do, love, and deplore? I want to know all this, and so much more.” I knew in an instant I had asked for too much, Centuries of keeping secrets could not be wagered on such A fool, a simpleton, a dullard as I – There was no chance with this the Unicorn would comply. “A fool of more worth I have yet to meet, To show you my home would be an honor, and treat. Guests are very few, and far between, So you will see much that has never been seen By the eyes of another human still alive: That is the one way we know to survive. Step up now, and sit up on my back We must return tonight before the moon leaves the sky black.” This creature before me, majestic and sure Knelt down tempting - an irresistible lure. Slowly I moved forward, stepping with care, With anticipation that was nearly too much bear. All thoughts of my family, asleep in the tent, Flew from my mind – away they went! A true adventure (at last!); I’d longed for this, An opportunity I would be fool to miss. I reached timidly and stroked his mane, The silken strands somehow assured I was sane. “There are those like you whose paths we intercede Without worry, understanding our rules you will heed. It comes not often, the decision is most heavily weighed, When we share our secrets, the right choice must be made! Upon you, the gift of knowing our kind we bestow This is how knowledge of our myths continue and grow. In the Land of All But Forgotten Things, The nymphs dance ‘round as fairies flutter their wings; The Sandman prepares for his nightly rounds, While Gaea manages the seasons o’er Earths' grounds. Griffins and hippogriffs keep to opposite ends, But the Treemen and the lumberjacks will never be friends. That is enough now, time we should not waste, Up, up on my back, we must make haste!” I drew up my courage, and threw my right leg up, My left leg became wobbly like a newborn pup, It fell out from under me, I landed most awkwardly posed, A moment passed before my nerves recomposed; But I rose up, determined to succeed, Wondering what measure of the Unicorn’s amusement this did feed. I threw up my leg, and slid onto his smooth back, And wrapped his mane (respectfully) in my fist, as I had no tack. The Unicorn stood, with me now high astride, I finally realized this would be one unforgettable ride. “How do we get there, is it hard to locate?” “No, not difficult, but we mustn’t be late; The door is only open every now and then, If we miss it we must wait for the next when.” “How will we get there, without being seen?” His response was a sound that was laughter, from what I could glean. The Unicorn reached full speed before I could draw Breath in; I held on and clenched my jaw. We traveled so fast it seemed we flew, Scenery flashing in streaks of brown, green and blue. Suddenly it occurred my absence wouldn’t be such a blur To the sight of my parents; indeed it would spur A panic, a search into the woods that would not cease Until some trace of my whereabouts gave them peace. How could I have made such a terrible mess? But the Unicorn spoke, sensing my duress; “Upon your family I have placed a charm, In the end it will leave them no harm; But while you’re gone they’ll stay asleep in their tents, Safely remaining uninformed of these events. "They will all dream the same – of how they spent the day, And they will think you were with them all the way. Tomorrow when you wake, so they will, Thinking you spent the whole night there, still. They’ll dream of a day they spent fishing with you - We must remember to leave a piece of evidence or two – And wake refreshed, but with ravenous appetite; Which will distract them from inquisition if they notice the site Seems in any way amiss. It will go unnoted, they'll forget, So you can unwind now; enjoy our time with no regret.” Immediately the Unicorn had soothed my worry, Which left room for my eagerness to hurry, I could no longer suppress the overwhelming joy, Like a child finding a lost favorite toy, I raised my fists high, threw back my head, “YEEEAAAHHHEEEE!” (Surely that was heard by the dead!) We flew on for miles, though it was only for seconds more, The Unicorn came to rest by a clear pool, on the shore. My eyes drank in by the dawn’s still young light, A glittering waterfall, flowing from a cliff of towering height. The Unicorn spoke loudly, to ensure it was heard, Over the roaring water, trying to drown out each word; “The Land of All But Forgotten Things lies beyond the fall, We must pass through, envision it a door in a wall. Now hold on tight, I must be quick And if you let go, the magic won’t stick To pull you through, you would be lost, I couldn’t bear for you to pay that terrible cost.” It had not occurred to me yet to think While on this quest, into danger I might sink. "I will hold tight, as fast as I can, Is there anything more I need know of this plan?" A "Neeeiiiiiggghhhh" was his response as he shook His mane, then he turned his head to give me a look, "Here we go," he whispered as he sashayed back Just a few steps more, to lengthen the track; Before I knew it we broke through the wall Of water, as it roared from the fall. I was soaked to the bone; the cold took my breath, I wondered if that feeling was anything like death. The atmosphere was thick, a black blanket all around, Wiping out touch and taste, sight, smell and sound. Next I noticed I was dry once more, Simultaneously before us appeared a gilded door Which opened inward, to light welcoming us in. As we passed through, the air began to thin, My senses returned, and it was less effort to breathe, Then I remembered what I had come to acheive ....
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