I Love Whom I Love," Prince Lir

Take Me With You. For Laughs, For Luck, For The Unknown. Take Me With You.

I Am A King's Daughter, And If I Cared To Care, The Moon That Has No Mistress Would Flutter In My Hair. No One Dares To Cherish What I Choose To Crave. Never Have I Hungered, For That I Did Not Have I Am A Kings Daughter, And I Grow Old Within The Prison Of My Person, The Shackles Of My Skin. And I Would Run Away And Beg From Door To Door, Just To See Your Shadow Once, And Never More.

The Unicorn Halted In Her Slow, Desperate Round Of The Cage, Realizing For The First Time That The Magician Understood Her Speech. He Smiled, And She Saw That His Face Was Frighteningly Young For A Grown Man-untraveled By Time, Unvisited By Grief Or Wisdom. "i Know You," He Said.

We Are Not Always What We Seem, And Hardly Ever What We Dream.

Unicorns Are Not To Be Forgiven." The Magician Felt Himself Growing Giddy With Jealousy, Not Only Of The Touch But Of Something Like A Secret That Was Moving Between Molly And The Unicorn. "unicorns Are For Beginnings," He Said, "for Innocence And Purity, For Newness. Unicorns Are For Young Girls." Molly Was Stroking The Unicorn's Throat As Timidly As Though She Were Blind. She Dried Her Grimy Tears On The White Mane. "you Don't Know Much About Unicorns," She Said.