Morte Naquam Reget

Tue, 27 Mar 2018 06:22:13 GMT

"The very last Unicorn is now hidden well
By those who have put him under a spell.
Four centuries, four decades, from that afternoon
at the end of November, before the blue moon,
he will wake one more and be free to go home
if you call his name: Divine Flower of Rome.
You must coax him to stand once his name is spoken
his chain will break and the spell will too, be broken.
Then a young girl must love him and show him the way
Lest he be trapped forever on public display.
If he looses his chance to rise and depart
all magic will fade from his horn and his heart."

by Mary Pope Osborne

"Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
Full charactered with lasting memory,
Which shall above that idle rank remain.
Beyond all date, even to eternity;
Or, at the least, so long as brain and heart
Have faculty by nature to subsist,
Till each to raised oblivion yield his part
Of thee, thy record never can be missed.
That poor retention could not so much hold,
Nor need I tallies thy dear love to score.
Therefore to give them from me was I bold,
To trust those tables that receive thee more
To keep an adjunct to remember thee
were to import forgetfulness in me."

by Shakespeare

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