The Last Unicorn
The Last Unicorn
I was with the last Unicorn
As she drew her last breath
Her horn expelled magic
As she succumbed to her death
The fairies and Gnomes
Each shed a crystal tear
At the thought of a planet
With no unicorns here
Dragons from Lost kingdoms
Came to show their remorse
The moon became unbalanced
In grief shifted off course
A Phoenix from the east
Flying on wings of fire
Tried to revive her
With flames of desire
The oceans all rose
As a show of respect
They waved to her goodbye
A loss difficult to accept
Without the unicorn
Magic shifted to men
It can only now exist
With the stroke of a pen
So poets be the keepers
Of stories new and old
We must not give up on magic
Or this world will grow cold.
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2023
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