The Last Unicorn

The Last Unicorn

Becomes tired and weak

But she does not bow

Or fall to her knees

She does not sigh

Or scream from pain

In the way that most unicorns do

 

The Red Bull, raging,

Flares its fiery body

At the Last Unicorn

Who is soft and bloody

But blood is silver of unicorns

And, shimmering,

Only adds to her beauty

 

She prepares for her fate

Her hoof softly tapping

Whispering “something save me”

But nothing is happening

And now the Last Unicorn

Shall go down

At the horns of red colored evil

 The Bull charges forward

At its fullest force

Knowing he’ll win

Against the beautiful horse

Not even one tear

Does he shed

For this poor, doomed creature

 

Fire erupts

Deep in his eyes

As he’ll be now responsible

For another demise

But the Unicorn stares

With eyes full of thoughts

And she just stares right into him

 

And for only a second

Does the charging Bull blink

And wonders at her courage

But he’ll cease to think

For he is controlled

By anger and hate

Nothing can stop him now

 

And he breaks into her

And she feels it

Fast as lightning

She feels it

Upon impact they are one

If only for a moment

They are friends

 

Good meets evil

Faith meets lost

Beauty meets wretchedness

And

Silver meets Red

Within a moment

The Last Unicorn is dead

Author's Note

Inspired by the animated movie "The Last Unicorn", a favorite of my childhood.

Reviews

[sithlordjp]

Another great piece of writing. Each stanza moves this journey further, and you manage to get us deeply involved in the fate of this noble character. Beautiful, thanks for sharing!

[Jessica Jean]

Thanks I try! Lol