The Unicorn

He hides by day, and searches by night.
The last known unicorn, with the coat of angelic white.

It's almost as if he's magic, the possessor of powers unknown.
He keeps the hope of finding another, but he is painfully alone.

Being seen by mankind, would mean instant death.
Due to life's attained ignorance, they would take his last breath.

He wants so badly to nuzzle, close to someone safe and warm.
But this hope slowly fades, as does night with coming morn.

He remains forever brave, and holds his head up high.
Sometimes on a quiet night, you can hear his mournful cry.

He will continue his search, until his dying day.
The majestic and beautiful unicorn, who is perfect in every way.

(Marlene Bucci)

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 morining,
And the future has past 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...

In the distance, hear 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 have had their sport;

Look and see her, how she sparkles,
It's the last Unicorn!

I'm alive! I'm alive!

In The Sea

In the sea,
The fish have learned to fly.
On a moonlit night
On wings of silver,
As the enchanted stars
Sail serenely by.

Do they know?
Where do unicorns go?
Where winged horses fly.
Narwhales lost at sea,
And never seen again.
Go...go and ask the magpie.
Where do unicorns go?

In the trees,
The birds have learned to speak.
Gaily colored,
They keep their secrets
In a parade of clouds.
Playing hide and seek,

Do they know?
Where do unicorns go?
Where winged horses fly.
Narwhales lost at sea,
And never seen again.
Does myth and mystery lie?
Where unicorns go?

Unicorn Animations by LadyHippo adoptions