Walking By Yourself In The Rain Is

I Am No King, And I Am No Lord, And I Am No Soldier At-arms," Said He. "i'm None But A Harper, And A Very Poor Harper, That Am Come Hither To Wed With Ye." "if You Were A Lord, You Should Be My Lord, And The Same If You Were A Thief," Said She. "and If You Are A Harper, You Shall Be My Harper, For It Makes No Matter To Me, To Me, For It Makes No Matter To Me." "but What If It Prove That I Am No Harper? That I Lied For Your Love Most Monstrously?" "why, Then I'll Teach You To Play And Sing, For I Dearly Love A Good Harp," Said She.

How's The Angel Of Death Supposed To Do His Job With Clipped Wings?

The Moon Was Gone, But To The Magician's Eyes The Unicorn Was The Moon, Cold And White And Very Old, Lighting His Way To Safety, Or To Madness.

He Had Never Missed God Or The Hope Of Heaven, But He Had Dearly Wanted Confession To Rest His Mind, Communion To Let Him Touch Something Beyond Father Krone's Dry, Shaky Hand, And Holy Water To Taste Like Starlight.

Great Heroes Need Great Sorrows And Burdens, Or Half Their Greatness Goes Unnoticed. It Is All Part Of The Fairy Tale.