The Unicorn is a dying breed
Slowly leaving this earth
Maybe they will rise again
Only needing a rebirth
It is just a dream I had
Off in a distant past
A fairy tale of the mind
The the unicorn will last
This once bold steed has his head bowed low
As he stands before a divided path
He must choose left or right
AS he meets the deadly wrath
There was hope when he started his trek
But halfway down the road
Half of the number was deleted again
And why was never told
As the shrinking herd of noble beast
Quietly made its way
The reason for the journey they began
Saw it's very last day
Even though there was no reason
To continue in this strife
It became more than a journey to them
It became a way of life
All the suffering they had seen
Was only made in vain
Now all that is left behind
Is a unicorn without a name
He as reached an important choice
He does not with to make
But soon he will risk his life
And chose a path to take
The choices are limited
Either road could be right
One could lead to help live again
Or both could be death's light
A trial in the life of one helpless and pure
Could be a deadly sin
The pressure of this infinite choice
May hold him from within
How can his futile life
Be able to condemn them all
How can he die knowing
That he was his world's last call
To find the leprechaun's pot of gold
It's the rainbow you must find
It's the same with the fork in the road
To help his dying kind
With his spirits broken and head bowed low
There seems no way to win
And he stands in front of the broken path
Too scared inside to begin