Post by Rin Minigawa on Nov 25, 2011 0:57:13 GMT -5
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 morn....
In the distance hear the laughter
Of the last unicorn
I'm Alive!
When the last moon is cast
Over the last star of mourning
And the future is past
Without even a last desperate warning
Then look into the sky where through the clouds a path is torn
Look and see her how she sparkles
Its the last unicorn.
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...
The forest was quiet, silver moonlight shown on river that cut the forest. It's rushing, the only sound in the midnight glistening. But there was a creature among the shining, there, hidden in the green, a gossamer coat of ivory shone itself, reflecting the light like clear jewels. And a horn of pure magic, illuminated the quiet.
She was a diamond, the diamond of the forest. Soundlessly she crept, forgotten, but never alone. The last Unicorn of everywhere. Her age was countless, her eyes deep, her heart the only beating.
When an eagle passed overhead, she stepped and a breath was heard. She was the last, the breath was hers. Off she went, the creatures and leaves bowing as she passed.
"The Last," they whispered. And the unicorn said nothing.
She was a diamond, the diamond of the forest. Soundlessly she crept, forgotten, but never alone. The last Unicorn of everywhere. Her age was countless, her eyes deep, her heart the only beating.
When an eagle passed overhead, she stepped and a breath was heard. She was the last, the breath was hers. Off she went, the creatures and leaves bowing as she passed.
"The Last," they whispered. And the unicorn said nothing.
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 morn....
The earth blossomed at her cloven hooves, each step pouring new life into the wood. The sparkling creature came to a thicket within. The moonlight shown there like a ray of heaven upon her, and she basked. Glowing with life. her beauty unrivaled by all, and the forest held it's breath in awe of her.
Then like a breeze, swiftly she moved, her body still strong, her life still true. She was joy itself incarnate, and sacred. Grace was her name as she kicked, Beauty her name she she leapt, Love her name as she stopped, and the moon began it's decent.
Sunrise meant her sparkle, would grow to more than shine. The scent of life renewed, her laugh filled the world.
Then like a breeze, swiftly she moved, her body still strong, her life still true. She was joy itself incarnate, and sacred. Grace was her name as she kicked, Beauty her name she she leapt, Love her name as she stopped, and the moon began it's decent.
Sunrise meant her sparkle, would grow to more than shine. The scent of life renewed, her laugh filled the world.
In the distance hear the laughter
Of the last unicorn
I'm Alive!
But the day would draw to a close, and the moon would rise again, the she creature of life, would move to the last place of forever. Her steps were like a whispering, and her mane was light as silk. The tail of a lion beind her was still, she knew where she must go.
Man had all but forgotten her, the Earth past it's prime. Humanity was living on, unicorns lost to them. So she stood within the thicket and danced, the moon casting it's shine, and she reared in sheer delight. Her body, older than centuries, millenia upon her hide. The unicorn erupted in shining, her body flaoting and changing. The forest sighed and wept, and laughed, but her joy was even more. The unicorn became a memory, upon the mossy floor.
Higher and higher she rose, a glimmering rising of stars. Above the world she wondered, until she was far beyond. The last unicorn was gone, the world left without. But above was still her sparkling, shining lights that glisten with colors incarnate, sparkling glimmers of hope. The Unicorm was no more on earth, but in heaven now casting a glow.
Man had all but forgotten her, the Earth past it's prime. Humanity was living on, unicorns lost to them. So she stood within the thicket and danced, the moon casting it's shine, and she reared in sheer delight. Her body, older than centuries, millenia upon her hide. The unicorn erupted in shining, her body flaoting and changing. The forest sighed and wept, and laughed, but her joy was even more. The unicorn became a memory, upon the mossy floor.
Higher and higher she rose, a glimmering rising of stars. Above the world she wondered, until she was far beyond. The last unicorn was gone, the world left without. But above was still her sparkling, shining lights that glisten with colors incarnate, sparkling glimmers of hope. The Unicorm was no more on earth, but in heaven now casting a glow.
When the last moon is cast
Over the last star of mourning
And the future is past
Without even a last desperate warning
Then look into the sky where through the clouds a path is torn
Look and see her how she sparkles
Its the last unicorn.
I'm Alive...I'm alive....
