The Last

The Last Love is like the Last Unicorn

The Last

 

Like the Red Bull       you drive me away

Push me alone toward the sorrowful sea

Wanting to keep beauty and make me stay

Yet trapped forever in your dream so lonely

 

Oh, I am the last love so perfect and rare

Innocent and immortal as the unicorn

One of the few for whom you truly care

Yet your fears leave you hopelessly torn

 

You think perhaps our story is a tragedy

You rave wildly like the mad King Lear of old

But then your illusions crumble as you hold me

And the truth does finally come to unfold

 

Transformed by your most magical kiss

Love then is no longer just some ancient myth

Made up to fool the world with promises of bliss

I know now you’re the one I want to be with

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Warbler]

I'm not much of a reader of poetry, so take the following as the thoughts of an outsider.

Maybe it's just the heathen gods of modern culture degrading my sensibilities, but I can't help but read "Like the Red Bull" as a reference to the energy drink. Which is something of a shame, because the image is actually fairly interesting.

I have to admit, this poem (along with most of the poems I've read in my life) makes me nervous about rhyme. It can be a wonderful tool, and I think the final stanza is an excellent example of rhyme done well, where the rhyme actually enhances the image and feels natural, rather than forcing a word that doesn't fit into place. The first three stanzas though all feel like they run into that problem, always in the fourth line. This is partially a personal bias of mine against ABAB rhyming, but I think not entirely. The third stanza's "And the truth does finally come to unfold" was particularly troublesome for me.

I think the strength of the final stanza is quite remarkable, and is one of the purest breaths of emotion I've read in a good while, which I suppose is the point of most all poetry, isn't it?