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George R. R. Martin

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It is no shame to lose to me, mortal. Even among mythical creatures there are very few who can give a unicorn a good game.
--
Roger Zelazny, in lines written for a unicorn speaking to Martin, after a game of Chess, in Unicorn Variations (1983)

 
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Here sits the Unicorn;
Leashed by a chain of gold
To the pomengranate tree.
So light a chain to hold
So fierce a beast;
Delicate as a cross at rest
On a maiden's breast.
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With one toss of his mane,
If he chose to move,
If he chose to prove
His liberty.
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