"Like a lion, without fear of the howling pack; Like a gust of wind, ne'er trapped in a snare; Like a lotus blossom, ne'er sprinkled by water; Like me, like a unicorn, in solitude roam."Hymn of Buddha
What galloped through was a whirlwind of lights. It seemed to have no substance, only motion and prismatic flame. Colors danced off from it, blindingly. There were no chimes now. But there was the unmistakable whirr of wheels, the sharp striking of hooves. More fearsome than the soldiers' swords, a savage horn slashed the air in pieces
-from Black Unicorn by Tanith Lee.
The Last Unicorn - theme song, performed by America
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 a pale moon is rising
And it seems that all is dying
And would leave the world to mourn
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
And you look into the sky where through
The clouds a path is torn
Look and see her, how she sparkles
It's the last unicorn.
I'm alive! I'm alive!
