I’m the purity, the light, the truth.
I live deep in your dungeon, deep inside of you.
But will you allow me to shine, have my debut?
I am the way. I’m magical. I am healing.
You cage my spirit deep inside,
The place where only darkness can reside.
Misery has consumed you. You have succumbed.
Sadly you have forgotten all about me,
That I am still here. I can set you free.
For although I am trapped, locked within,
My light still flickers, hoping yet to see,
That you will come, that you will come for me.
You look to those that treat you as a fool.
You no longer have the hunger, nor do you care,
To release yourself from that you needn’t bear.
Your polyester friends speak with forked tongue,
But you see not the tangled webs they have spun,
Nor the tightly woven wool, covering what they’ve done.
Even though in darkness, your prisoner I am kept,
My tears still flood to wash your burning eyes,
The persistent void, you cannot from me disguise.
If I could only pierce your heart to heal thy pain,
But first you must see me, know that I am here.
You drown me with alcohol to abate your fear.
I yearn for your happiness, an epitome of joy.
I stir within. I shudder from the chill.
My pleading screams go unheard, but still…
My faith in you is strong and so I wait
For you to see, to hear, to come…
To release us, this prison, from.
Written by Artsieladie, aka Sharon Donnelly © 11/20/2008
The unicorn is magical, can heal, both hearts and illness, but held captive, impairs her ability to perform her magic of healing. In my book, “The Magic of the Unicorn”, Galadriël’s deepest desire is to set Aikanáro, her king’s heart free, held captive by his own darkness.