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Tannim's Religion
Unicorn Article
~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 a pale moon is rising,
And it seems like all is dying, and would leave the world to mourn,
In the distance, hear 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 stars, where through the clouds a path is torn,
Look and see her, how she sparkles, it's the last unicorn!
I'm Alive!
I'm Alive!
By Peter S. Beagle
Ballad Of The Unicorns
I stood in May time meadows
By roses circled round,
Where many a fragile blossom
Was bright upon the ground
And as though the roses called them
And their wild hearts understood,
The little birds were singing
In shadows of the wood
The nightingale among them
Sang sweet & loud & long,
Until a louder voice than hers
Rang out above her song;
For suddenly, between the crags,
Along the narrow vale,
The echoes of a hunting horn
Came clear upon the gale.
The hunter stood beside me
Who blew that mighty horn;
I saw that he was hunting
The gentle unicorn-
But the unicorn is noble
They know their gentle birth,
They know that Nature
has chosen them
Amongst all beasts of earth.
But the unicorn is noble;
She keeps them safe & high
Upon a narrow path & steep
Climbing to the sky;
And there no man can take them
They scorn the hunter's dart
And only a faerie's magic power
Shall tame their haughty hearts.
What would be now the state of us
But for Fae Unicorns,
And what would be the fate of us,
Poor humans, lost, forlorn ?
Oh, may they lead us on & up,
Unworthy though we be,
Into the sweet Fae's Otherworlds
To dwell eternally
Medieval European folk-ballad
*~O'er the mountain and under the sea,
when the last lion roars, the last eagle is free.
Though she may be old and worn,
they will stare unbelievingly at the last unicorn~*
~ Song by Corea
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