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…
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.