It’s A Rare Man Who Is Taken

This Creature Is The Pooka. Pay No Mind To The Shape He Wears, For He’s None Of His Own, And No Soul Either. Ware Him Ever, Trust Him Never, But When The Wind’s Right He Has His Uses. Never Forget That You Will Never Know Him. The Pooka’s Mystery Even To The Pooka.

- And You Are Truly Human Now. You Can Love, And Fear, And Forbid Things To Be What They Are, And Overact.

Beyond The Town, Darker Than Dark, King Haggard's Castle Teetered Like A Lunatic On Stilts.

The Unicorn Lived In A Lilac Wood, And She Lived All Alone. She Was Very Old, Though She Did Not Know It, And She Was No Longer The Careless Color Of Sea Foam But Rather The Color Of Snow Falling On A Moonlit Night. But Her Eyes Were Still Clear And Unwearied, And She Still Moved Like A Shadow On The Sea.

Marveling At His Own Boldness, He Said Softly, "i Would Enter Your Sleep If I Could, And Guard You There, And Slay The Thing That Hounds You, As I Would If It Had The Courage To Face Me In Fair Daylight. But I Cannot Come In Unless You Dream Of Me.