The last unicorn was never free
to chose another ending,
the plaintive melody entrained
with sweet orchestral strains
describing it was sundered in
a soured rendition of
our heaven’s harsh dominion.
We were never set to let her free
from facile bonds, we fondly loved
mythology too much to let her go
and kept her chained beyond
the scheme of sessile separation.
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,
and 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.
(Ivan Donn Carswell)
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