| Posted On: | 2006-04-04 00:00:00 |
where is it they have dissapeared to
those serene and beautiful unicorns
could it be that this one is the last
of a once large and proud herd
she stands majestically this wayward lady
tall and strong facing the setting sun
her white locks and slender spire of magic
glisten like ocean froth in the evening light
does she notice thier absence, thier removal
is she aware she may be the last
this magnificent being is quite lost
lacking companionship and without friends
all the creatures of the forest come to her
but none bring word of others of her kind
the magical horn gifted with the power to heal
does not have the strength to bring them back
isolation is her companion on this shadowed path
as she walks quietly through eternity
alone and the last
she goes on hoping for a fading glimpse
of her kinds passage but alas
alone and the last
