4 February 2013
The last rose grew On the bush of thorn, And in the silver moonlight Danced the last unicorn.
See her silver mane. It flies as she prances! The merry hooves tapping On marble as she dances.
The last building crumbles, The rivers turn to ice. But the unicorn's still here! For her, it's very nice.
The only joy left in the world Because the world must fall Like the great empires of old times, History repeats till its withdrawal.
No more fairies in the wood, No more golden sun. Just the unicorn dancing wild Until her reign is done.
The Unicorn • Opuss № I