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Created on: May 26, 2010
She shines like a dream
In an ageless body
She is beautiful for she cannot die
She can only disappear from human minds.
Her voice is a sound that can make men weep
And women would cry at the sight of her.
She is one and only one
But she is one and all the world may ever need.
Life could never hold her
Because to live you must die
She is real while you are only a lie.
She is the last there is
For people have forgotten to believe in dreams
While she cannot die she can end
When children dare not hold fast to fantasy
Where she isn't a fantastic tale
But rather what holds hope within this world.
How can anything that dies be real?
HOw can anything that believes itself lovely
Ever truly be beautiful?
She is real and she is beautiful
But still she is the only one.
She has no name
For nothing real requires one
She only has a title
Given to her by living mortals
Who saw her wanderings long ago.
That title was...
The Unicorn.
There is only one left in the world of man
For what we think reality is
Truly isn't
The real world is a mockery of the truth
And to behold her is to know
We are lies and liars
Who dare not dream
For fear of seeing we are wrong
And she is all that is right.
Her eyes hold the stars
For when she looked into the sky
She saw to its end
When it thought it ws endless.
She has never known Love
For that is something real as she is
But she sees Love with awe
and an aire of respect
At the truth it holds not captive.
She is the last
And Love knows that
so Love in its vast glory
Gave a dying little girl
The ability to love endlessly.
And that little girl held that within her soul
Until her last breath stained the wind
And kissed the dreams of children
Where they see a unicorn.
Those children now believe in dreams
And in this world there walks
A truth more real than understanding.
Do we weep for she's the the last?
Oh no.
We weep because...
There is one still
There is one last unicorn left in this world
And we are blessed to know her
For she is the last unicorn.
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