09-22-2020, 02:02 AM
That cannot be. Why would I be the last? What do men know? Because they have seen no unicorns for a while does not mean that we have all vanished. We do not vanish. There has never been a time without unicorns. We live forever. We are as old as the sky, old as the moon. We can be hunted, trapped We can even be killed if we leave our forests, but we do not vanish. "Am I truly the last?"
I know you! I almost knew you as soon as I saw you coming on the road, with your cook and your clown; since then, there is no movement of yours that has not betrayed you! "A pace, a glance, a turn of the head, the flash of your throat as you breathe, even your way of standing perfectly still, they were all my spies!" ...You made me wonder for a while. But your time is done. The tide is turning. Come and see. Come here. There. There they are. There they are! They are mine! They belong to me! The Red Bull gathered them for me one by one, and I bade him drive each one into the sea! Now, they live there. And every tide carries them within an easy step of the land, but they dare not come out of the water! They are afraid of the Red Bull. ...I like to watch them. They fill me with joy. ...The first time I felt it I thought I was going to die.
I know you! I almost knew you as soon as I saw you coming on the road, with your cook and your clown; since then, there is no movement of yours that has not betrayed you! "A pace, a glance, a turn of the head, the flash of your throat as you breathe, even your way of standing perfectly still, they were all my spies!" ...You made me wonder for a while. But your time is done. The tide is turning. Come and see. Come here. There. There they are. There they are! They are mine! They belong to me! The Red Bull gathered them for me one by one, and I bade him drive each one into the sea! Now, they live there. And every tide carries them within an easy step of the land, but they dare not come out of the water! They are afraid of the Red Bull. ...I like to watch them. They fill me with joy. ...The first time I felt it I thought I was going to die.
PERCY
Flew up through the clouds at night was born to fight. Mythical, so mystical - think what you like. You could be the sword, the shield defender of the people down below, you know I fought for love. Be kind to those around ya' don't be merci less. Remember me for my name is Perseus.
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