"When the last eagle flies
Over the last crumbling mountain..."
I am the last of my kind. I am sure of it. I have called for others and flown for miles looking for them. They are gone.
I am the only eagle left in the world.
I fly through the forest in which I have hunted, loved, mated and raised chicks. My wings brush the treetops as I soar
through the sky above my forest, my home. Where I found and lost my beloved mate. Where I raised and loved my children. But
alas…they are gone. All of them.
Looking into the distance, I see the great mountain looming up ahead. This mountain brings back the fondest memories…
I fly to the top of the mountain and head for the huge nest at the side. This eyrie is the place, the very place that
I pecked my way out of the shell that shielded me from the world, the place that food was put into my open beak, the place
where I spread out my wings and flew for the first time.
I will never forget.
As I leave the mountaintop, I hear a great rumble. The mountain shakes and crumbles. Rocks and boulders fall of the
sides and it starts to collapse.
Flying over it I look back at the forest. In the shadows, I see a faint movement. Then she stands there in all her
beauty. It's a unicorn. The last of all her kind. Like me.
She will live on, when my bones are scattered over the crumbling mountain. She is immortal. She lives forever. When
the stars die and the sun slowly burns itself to ashes, she will still be the Last Unicorn.
She is the most beautiful creature on earth, graceful and shining. But because she is a unicorn, she will never know.
She will never know how it is like to fly beside your mate over trees and mountaintops, how it feels to see your
children fly for the first time, but more, what love is.
Unicorns never love. They cannot love. They cannot despair. They cannot grief. She will never experience the joy
of loving. For she is immortal.
She will forever be the Last Unicorn.
As I am the Last Eagle.
Over the last crumbling mountain..."
I am the last of my kind. I am sure of it. I have called for others and flown for miles looking for them. They are gone.
I am the only eagle left in the world.
I fly through the forest in which I have hunted, loved, mated and raised chicks. My wings brush the treetops as I soar
through the sky above my forest, my home. Where I found and lost my beloved mate. Where I raised and loved my children. But
alas…they are gone. All of them.
Looking into the distance, I see the great mountain looming up ahead. This mountain brings back the fondest memories…
I fly to the top of the mountain and head for the huge nest at the side. This eyrie is the place, the very place that
I pecked my way out of the shell that shielded me from the world, the place that food was put into my open beak, the place
where I spread out my wings and flew for the first time.
I will never forget.
As I leave the mountaintop, I hear a great rumble. The mountain shakes and crumbles. Rocks and boulders fall of the
sides and it starts to collapse.
Flying over it I look back at the forest. In the shadows, I see a faint movement. Then she stands there in all her
beauty. It's a unicorn. The last of all her kind. Like me.
She will live on, when my bones are scattered over the crumbling mountain. She is immortal. She lives forever. When
the stars die and the sun slowly burns itself to ashes, she will still be the Last Unicorn.
She is the most beautiful creature on earth, graceful and shining. But because she is a unicorn, she will never know.
She will never know how it is like to fly beside your mate over trees and mountaintops, how it feels to see your
children fly for the first time, but more, what love is.
Unicorns never love. They cannot love. They cannot despair. They cannot grief. She will never experience the joy
of loving. For she is immortal.
She will forever be the Last Unicorn.
As I am the Last Eagle.