The Last Unicorn

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 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!

"When God created the earth, He made a river which flowed from the Garden of Eden... Then God told Adam to name the animals... And the first animal he named was the unicorn. When the Lord heard the name Adam had spoken, he reached down and touched the tip of the single horn growing from the animal's forehead. From that moment on, the unicorn was elevated above other beasts."
Nancy Hathaway

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The unicorn was white, with hoofs of silver and graceful horn of pearl. . . The glorious thing about him was his eye. There was a faint bluish furrow down each side of his nose, and this led to the eye sockets, and surrounded them in a pensive shade. The eyes, circled by this sad and beautiful darkness, were so sorrowful, lonely, gentle and nobly tragic, that they killed all other emotions except love.
T. H. White

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