THE LAST UNICORN
Ages and ages and aeons ago
lived unicorns, creatures of myth;
you know,
those horse-like beings
that appeared in the mist
as shadows in the
forest and shady glen;
and paced through the edge of
the water, and then
disappeared from our human,
and oft frail, gaze
only to appear in the meadows to graze;
A beautiful being, regal and proud,
they have stories about them
read out loud,
For we never see them anymore
they have vanished from Earth
from every shore
just as sure as the early misty morn
Gone is that wonderful creature
we knew - gone with the
vapor of morning dew
The Last Unicorn.
©Christina 1-1-04
The first poem of a brand New Year.
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