The Last Unicorn (A Challenge Poem)
By Lylorn
Through the dark shadows and the grey mysts, a midnight mare yet gallops through the treacherous paths, her ride undisturbded through the cobwebs of ages long forgotten, as she stalks beneath the boughs of the old oak tree. the forest's silence remains undisturbed by her ride, it's mysteries neglected with the progress of time, the stagnant trees, all covered in moss, lay forgotten, obscured by the myst. Course dark hair where once soft white glistened, Her once bright horn casting only vague hopes of light, Her haunted eyes speak of her immortal solitude, once a great beauty, now a fell beast. Through those dark shadows and grey mysts, She still lives on in her endless trek, but her magical beauty and infatuating grace, has forever fled from this place. And only the mysts remember her snow white form, soft pearl mane flowing wildly behind her untamed heart, golden light radiating from her enchanting horn... but now this world has corrupted it's last unicorn.wrote it as a challenge poem. Written February 19th, 2002 © on Sep 25 2002 11:24 AM PST 0 • 10
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