Mystical 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
Throught the flowers is icing
And you look to the north
And a pale moon is rising
And it seems like all is dying
And would leave the world to mourn
In the distance hear her laughter
It's the Last Unicorn
I'm alive... I'm alive



When the last moon is cast
Over the last star of morning
And the future is past
Without even a last desparate warning
Then look into the sky where through
The cloudes a path is formed
Look and see her how she sparkles
It's the Last Unicorn
I'm alive... I'm alive.




Rainbow Unicorn

Rainbows trickle down his mane
    In the gentle falling rain
As he steps upon the stones
    A tiny mouse stirs within his home
A flower slowly opens up
    Revealing a glittering rose bud
As he climbs the mountain side
    A golden hawk goes gliding by
Nature reveals all her hidden beauty
    Within the presence of eternal purity
Walking silently through the mountain range
    A unicorn, in the gently falling rain
With the last rays of the setting sun
    The glittering unicorn takes flight and runs
And the rain drops in his mane
    Reflect rainbow prisms in the sun's dying rays.

--- Blackmist  



When I was growing up my best friend was a unicorn. 
The others smiled at me and called me crazy 
But I was not upset by knowing I did not conform. 
I always thought their seeing must be hazy 
The unicorn and I would while away the hours 
Playing, dancing, and romancing in the wild flowers 
And we'd sing: 
     Seeing is believing in the things you see 
     Loving is believing in the ones you love! 


    
When I was seventeen my best friend was the northern star. 
The others asked why was I always dreaming? 
But I did not reply. I found my thoughts were very far 
Away from daily hurts and fears and scheming. 

The northern star and I would share our dreams together 
Laughing, sighing, sometimes crying through all kinds of weather 
And we'd sing: 
     Seeing is believing in the things you see 
     Loving is believing in the ones you love 


        

And now that I am grown, my best friend lives inside of me. 
The others smile at me and call me crazy. 
But I am not upset. For long ago I found the key. 
I've always known their seeing must be hazy. 

My friend inside and I will while away the hours 
Playing, dancing, and romancing in the wild flowers 
And we'll sing: 
     Seeing is believing in the things you see 
     Loving is believing in the ones you love