Unicorn Dream Time

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The Last Unicorn
Written and preformed by America

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!

The unicorn has been a subject of wonder and speculation for centuries. The writings of such men as Aristotle, Genghis Khan, Saint Thomas, and Saint Gregory reflect the fact that these men considered the unicorn as a very real creature.

Webester's Seventh defines a unicorn as 'a mythical animal generally depicted with the body and head of a horse, hind legs of a stag, tail of a lion, and a single horn in the middle of its forehead'. The word 'unicorn' comes from the Latin 'Uni', meaning one, and 'Cornu, meaning horn.

The unicorn has been depicted in the folklore and legends of many other cultures. The Chinese believed that the unicorn, known to them as 'K'i-lin', had the body of a deer, with horses' hooves and an ox's tail. Where in the west the horn was made of bone, the Oriental unicorn's horn was made of flesh. The coat of the unicorn was of the five sacred colors of the Chinese; red, yellow, blue, white, and black.

Contributed by Jackie

I dream of the unicorn, that's snowy and white.
I dream of this unicorn with eyes as black as night.
I ride him far across a forest glen,
I soar with him over fields and fen.
On his wings of silver it seems,
That the life I knew was only a dream.
The stars rush past like the crystals of night,
Everything seems real in our dream star flight.
Then we come home as the moon is reborn,
And I dream of the flight of that last unicorn.
By Nikki Jeske

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