He remembers the day.
The day they ran out to play.
To run through the trees.
To dance with the breeze.
He remember those times.
The happiness they felt.
But that was ’till she fell down.
And her blood lay crimson on the snowy ground.
Now he’s all alone.
And he doesn’t know.
That he’s the last unicorn.
He cries to the moon.
He cries to the stars.
He cries to her skeleton.
But they’re all way too far
(to heed his cries.)
He doesn’t dance anymore,
he doesn’t prance anymore,
he doesn’t love anymore,
as there is no one left to love.
He seeks through the woods.
The dark branches reach.
But the scratches can’t compare
to the memory of her fear.
As she lay down and died.
He lay down and cried.
And something far away yelled, curtained by snow,
“Damn, I missed the deer, come on let’s go!”
But he didn’t understand.
And all he knew.
Was that she was gone and he was alone,
but not just in the woods, in the whole world.
He’s been seeking for centuries,
he’s been seeking for years.
He’s been crying to the moon,
he’s been raining those tears.
Now he’s all alone.
And he doesn’t know.
That he’s the last unicorn.
Her skeleton, with sun-bleached bones,
still sits in the meadow that used to be his home.
The place still remains where the blood gushed down,
and watered the snow on the dead, dead ground.
His aloneness has made his soul
an empty pit, no more gold.
Rusty heart, only beating blood,
empty for there is no one to love.
The scars on his legs,
the scars on his heart,
the scars in his soul,
the scars on the moon and the stars.
Because no one answers
(the moon is too far)
all this silence is tearing him apart.
And the silver in life is gone,
for he’s all alone.
Now he’s all alone.
And I think he knows.
That he’s the last unicorn.
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Have you ever seen the movie The Last Unicorn? It’s on Netflix. I found it so funny because I’m heartless, but you might like it.
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I would probably get emotional, I can kill my characters like the uncaring person I am, but when other authors do it I get emotional, same in movies. Plus, I kill someone in something I’m writing and I cry sometimes and freaking apologize to this fictional character. So I would probably not like it.
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Maybe. I cried laughing while watching it, so you might like it for its unintentional comedic effect.
“[Schmendrick has turned the Unicorn into a mortal woman]
Unicorn: I can feel this body DYING all around me!”
(That part was so funny to me I had to pause for 10 minutes because I couldn’t stop laughing.)
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That creepy,
“I can feel this body dying all around me!”
*shudders while giggling*
It’s literally DYING around me.
Like DYING
And the fact that it gets turned to a person is weird.
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You HAVE to watch it. It’s pretty funny.
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well I’ll see if I can find it. Maybe I will find it funny. who knows
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This is devastating. And beautiful! :οΌ
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I meant to devastate, and now I’m sad myself.
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Hope you’re okay! Maybe after the unicorn’s reflected on his own poetry, he’ll learn to love that which isn’t a unicorn, and discover their own uniqueness too? π
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Maybe I’ll make a sequel and give him a happily ever after (unsure though)
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That’s always a tough one, right? I mean, it’s beautiful as it is in its poignancy. I didn’t mean you should change it, sorry if I gave that impression. My heart breaks over loneliness and I was hoping you’re okay, that’s all π
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My family and friends are telling me to give him a happily ever after. I am debating in my brain whether I should or not.
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You could always come back to it. You might get clarity on another day π
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