THE LAST UNICORN At the last, I thought," she said, "that love would be black as the night." At the last I thought," she said, "that love would be burned out and dead. But the last unicorn was the first to believe, though she was the last of her kind. She believed in the stars and the dreams that are answered She believed in the magic of kindness." She believed in the love that outlives. And because she believed she was not alone. The last unicorn lived on- in every heart that still believes.