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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

/s.stumpf





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