| THE LAST UNICORN |
Mystical, magical powerful beings flying the golden sky. Dragons demons fire lords she stands back and sees them die. She stands in a world that seems to go mad as her kind slips into the past and she feels herself falling deep into the darkest void. Another chance has died another paradies torn to shreds as Death claims yet another fragile hope. She stands back and sees them perish but she must stay alive her magic horn glows brightly in the falling shades of twilight as she promises that she'll live on and bring about right. She lives she survives keeping her promise strong she is a unicorn bound by her promise forced to try unable to say goodbye. She is the last of her kind with her magic will die and will we show her the love she needs to restore the magic to this world of hate? I hope we will for we have had more chances than we know as we conquered and as we killed and as we couldn't believe in dragons and in demons the fire lords we knew as dead now as the ground at your feet but now we must save this unicorn this one last dove of peace or we may as well pull the plug on our own lives on our own cries on our own hopes and fears. We cannot live without magic we must not sink again if we don't help this last queen of peace we may as well have not begun. Hitler should then have won the war Death should then have prevailed but we keep hope and we keep dreams why not share them with the world? A world so in need so trapped in greed that we can't hope for an escape but starting over returning to the times of dragons and of unicorns and childish faith such simple magic can save our souls from the demon clutches of war and death. |
| By Emily Borkowski |
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