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The Last Unicorn
Soft tendrils of a silver mane,
Brilliant blue eyes,
glistening like rain.
A touch of the softest of white,
A wonderous coat, shining so bright.
A spiraling horn, entwined with gold,
A gentle being that shall never grow old.
She prances within a moonlit glade,
Then among the tiny sprites she lay.
The purest of souls this being owns,
Always understands, never condones.
A heart so gentle, a love so strong,
She is one who will never go wrong.
A creature of hope, a heavenly sight,
This beast, this pure being of light.
She is the one with the golden horn,
She is the very last unicorn. –Krista Knutson