Doubt

I wait...

Will I always be alone?

The last of my kind?

Are they all dead?

Dead and gone, I know.

I know...

Though I wish that it were not so

Now that none believe,

What now?

Do I hide away in secret?

Do I pine to death for my kin?

I grieve...

But what more can I do?

Hunted into near-extinction,

I,

The last of my people,

The last of the unicorns,

I feel so-

Lost...

Magic could take me away,

To a world that would appreciate

My strange beauty;

But dare I go?

For the few that DO believe,

Could I leave them?

I wait...

For answers...

For guidance...

I wait,

The last of my kind,

I wait.

Alone.