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by Maria Goins

In memory of Lisa;
a beautiful unicorn who is now roaming
the eternal Garden of Life.

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You once lived in a magical world
But human hands broke your spirit.
You once walked with magical people
Listening to Centaur's lyrics.

A unicorn is not to be kept,
But to be let to roam free.
The glitter in your eyes has left
Your soul invaded, no majesty.

You hang your elegant head down low,
Your blue eyes dull and grey.
The inner light that surrounds you
Is finally conquered, there you lay...

And yet this is the way we are...
What is beautiful or perfect
We either worship or destroy
For we are neither.

It is easier to remember beauty that was
Than to live with beauty that is.
Perfection is so painful to believe
That we either make it a god or a legend

As beautiful or perfect as you may have been
Now you are only a clouded memory.
Yet certainly it is infinitely better
To be loved as a memory
Than hated in reality...