The Last Unicorn

The last unicorn was never
free to chose another ending,
a plaintive melody entrained
with sweet orchestral harmony
was soured and sundered in
our heaven’s cruel dominion.

We were never set to let her
free from facile bonds, we fondly
loved mythology too much to let
her go - kept her chained beyond
the scheme of sessile stimulation.

It chained us too, we never knew
her beauty but within the constructs
that we drew; we made her so and when
composer Johnny Webb expressed it in
his song we cried and said it isn’t so,
she never lived and never died,
we really lied about forever-after,
now we know…

*“In the distance hear her laughter,
It's the Last Unicorn,
I'm alive... I'm alive”
© I.D. Carswell


*
Quoted lyrics from ‘The Last Unicorn’ composed by Johnny Webb.
America’s version of the song ‘The Last Unicorn’ is my inspiration; I have never seen
the 1982 film and don’t specifically remember reading Peter S. Beagle’s book (though
I must have, it certainly strikes a chord)… Perhaps I should if I haven’t.