...Graze stands before you...
At last! Surely here is the finest horse
that has yet been born. If ever a beast that lived was so perfect
of form and presence, you have never seen it. But Lo! A magnificent
horn of ivory and mithril juts proudly from the beast's regal head,
for he is a unicorn, and the finest of his race.
The purest white coat and mane of diamond
brilliance cover his nimble and well-muscled frame. Long powerful
legs, and hooves of the sturdiest ivory, carry him with fluid grace,
every step a dance. Even more amazing are his eyes, of which, one
is blue as the brightest sky, with tiny flecks of white and gray like
clouds and birds dancing on the wind. The other, surely is the focused
green of every forest, every leaf and moss. The green of a thousand
emeralds glowing in the noonday sun.
Surely this must be a dream. No Creature could be
so perfect, so majestic and spry. You rub your eyes and look again,
but alas he is gone. Perhaps it was a dream after all....
