The hunt of the unicorn. The evaluation of our souls. --Unknown
Last Hour of the Unicorn
the hour of
darkness falls quickly
the Last Unicorn looks up
breathes and tastes
the wind
of his own sudden demise
looks back sadly
at the legend he
leaves behind
cradled in the Eons
that knew of his
fragile, wind-swept Glory
he swims in the
tears of fairies
yet to be wept
as they give him their wings
to flight him on his way
from this earthly life
into the
dreams of man that find
his elusiveness
too close to their broken hearts
to ever Erase
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