THE LAST UNICORN
When the last eagle flies over the last crumbling mountain,
And the Last lion roars at the last dusty fountain,
In the shadow of the forest, though she may be old and worn,
They will stare, unbelieving, at the Last Unicorn.
When the first breath of winter through the flowers is icing,
And you look to the north and the pale moon is rising,
And it seems like all is dying and would leave the world to mourn
In the distance, her the laughter of the Last Unicorn,
I'm alive...I'm alive...
When the last moon is cast over the last star of morning,
And the future has passed without even a last desperate warning,
Then look into the sky where through the clouds a path is formed
Look and see her, how she sparkles, it's the Last Unicorn!
I'm alive...I'm alive...
The spiraled horn reaches to the sky...
Its brilliance matched only by stars.
It holds the power of the universe...
Killing the evil.
The eyes are dark and everchanging...
Holding the knowledge from centuries of life.
They are full of energy and power...
Eminating peace and pride.
The mane and tail are spun from moonlight...
Catching the spirit of earth and life.
Flowing like a silver river in the wind...
Smooth as threads of silk.
Healing the sick;
Showing pain and sadness;
Soft as dandelion fluff;
The body is delicate looking, but strong...
Made from all elements of earth.
The cry is fierce and musical,
They walk the earth hidden...
As quiet as a sigh.
Only to appear to those who believe.
By Jade Heart
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Since Oct. 1999 |