Approaching Thunder
It started out as a day like the others
More darkness, more clouds and more rain.
It was all but too late . . . they had realized their fate
And they had only themselves they could blame.
Their fear crept in like a cold, harsh wind
As they ran next to the shore in the storm.
They cried, Wait for me! Hey, look! Can't you see?
You've forgotten the unicorns!
There was nobody near. There was no one to hear
Their loud cries or their desperate pleas.
Then the waves rolled in, and soon covered the land
While the others were safe on the seas.
Today sadness is felt near the ocean
As the winter storms roll in.
Above the crash and the roar
You might hear them once more
As their cries drift along on the wind.
All that’s left for us now are the stories.
It's unfair. How we miss them and mourn.
As the legends unfold, it is only God that knows
The true fate of the unicorn.
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