Morte Naquam Reget

"The very last Unicorn is now hidden well
By those who have put him under a spell.
Four centuries, four decades, from that afternoon
at the end of November, before the blue moon,
he will wake one more and be free to go home
if you call his name: Divine Flower of Rome.
You must coax him to stand once his name is spoken
his chain will break and the spell will too, be broken.
Then a young girl must love him and show him the way
Lest he be trapped forever on public display.
If he looses his chance to rise and depart
all magic will fade from his horn and his heart."

by Mary Pope Osborne

"Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
Full charactered with lasting memory,
Which shall above that idle rank remain.
Beyond all date, even to eternity;
Or, at the least, so long as brain and heart
Have faculty by nature to subsist,
Till each to raised oblivion yield his part
Of thee, thy record never can be missed.
That poor retention could not so much hold,
Nor need I tallies thy dear love to score.
Therefore to give them from me was I bold,
To trust those tables that receive thee more
To keep an adjunct to remember thee
were to import forgetfulness in me."

by Shakespeare

The day I gave a ship

Someplace in a foreign land, a man's mind asunder
With Spectral Eyes and Lord of Flies but still he praises Wonder
Yet deep within his heart has sinned as the time stands still
Ripples of the thoughts of your desires send deep chills
Demons cried as Heaven sighed his actions brought to nil
The actress dies with all her lies as assassins closed for kill

As Nobody breathes the light molest the clock

The Jack might stay in turbulent waves if only there were a dock.
And at the keel of the the ship's big wheel, the Captain laments the truth
But getting the crew to sing the tune is like trying to pull a tooth.
So someplace upon a foreign sea the Cap'n ship gets tossed
Up and down and all around, even the compass is lost.
Deceit to port! The mast has cracked, the sails are left to tatters
This way and that the crew has spat, salty dogs do not flatter
Mutiny upon the seas, the ship becomes a wreck
With blood stained hands, the Cap still stands, proud upon the deck
Behold Davey Jones with all his bones salutes as they go under
Breaking bread with the dead, a new ghost ship praises Wonder!

by Fred Mudi