I watch the night sky and I wonder,
Shall it always be this way?
Am I destined to live in solitude?
The last of my kind,
I lie alone in the quiet meadow.
I stretch out slowly, wearily,
Listening to the chirping creatures
of the earth.
My horn extends on the ground,
I lay my cheek on the dirt,
And a small tear rolls down in
loneliness.
---Holly
PORTRAIT OF A UNICORN
It stands by the glintsening, sparkling
pool
Pure white like snow, silken mane
cascading
From fine arched crest, down velvety
slender neck
The forlock drapes ‘round shining
gold horn
Long and slender, a delicate spiral
Forelock rests near the eyes
Big, brown, and gentle
Set in the delicate, well- defined
head
Arabian- like, high and proud
Slender fine muzzle
Wide nostrils, dished face
Ears picked and small
But just the right size, complementing
the head
The creature paws sharp deer like
slender hoof
On elegant legs
Powerful, swift, and strong
Propelling the body
Again like an Arab’s
Elegant, well- defined
Arched silken tail streaming behind
like a flag
Pure white against green forest
glade.
---Danielle Higgins
The Unicorn is noble;
He keeps him safe and high
Upon a narrow path and steep
Climbing to the sky;
And there no man can take him;
He scorns the hunter's dart
And only a virgin's magic power
Shall tame his haughty heart.
from a medieval German folksong
UNICORN
Its brilliance matched only by stars.The
spiraled horn reaches to the sky...
It holds the power of the universe...
Healing the sick;
Killing the evil.
The eyes are dark and everchanging...
Holding the knowledge from centuries
of life.
They are full of energy and power...
Showing pain and sadness;
Eminating peace and pride.
The mane and tail are spun from
moonlight...
Catching the spirit of earth and
life.
Flowing like a silver river in
the wind...
Soft as dandelion fluff;
Smooth as threads of silk.
The body is delicate looking, but
strong...
Made from all elements of earth.
The cry is fierce and musical,
As quiet as a sigh.
They walk the earth hidden...
Only to appear to those who believe.
--- Jade Heart
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 the
pale moon is rising,
And it seems like all is dying
and would leave the world to mourn
In the distance, her 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,
Then look into the sky where through
the clouds a path is formed
Look and see her, how she sparkles,
it's the Last Unicorn!
I'm alive...I'm alive...
THE UNICORN
He hides by day, and searches by
night.
The last known unicorn, with the
coat of angelic white.
It's almost as if he's magic, the
possessor of powers unknown.
He keeps the hope of finding another,
but he is painfully alone.
Being seen by mankind, would mean
instant death.
Due to life's attained ignorance,
they would take his last breath.
He wants so badly to nuzzle, close
to someone safe and warm.
But this hope slowly fades, as
does night with coming morn.
He remains forever brave, and holds
his head up high.
Sometimes on a quiet night, you
can hear his mournful cry.
He will continue his search, until
his dying day.
The majestic and beautiful unicorn,
who is perfect in every way.
---Marlene Bucci
