I'm A Ghost," Said The Small Figure,

I Dream Dark Dreams. I Dream Of A Figure Moving Through The Forest, Of Children Flying From His Path, Of Young Women Crying At His Coming. I Dream Of Snow And Ice, Of Bare Branches And Moon-cast Shadows. I Dream Of Dancers Floating In The Air, Stepping Lightly Even In Death, And My Own Pain Is But A Faint Echo Of Their Suffering As I Run. My Blood Is Black On The Snow, And The Edges Of The World Are Silvered With Moonlight. I Run Into The Darkness, And He Is Waiting. I Dream In Black And White, And I Dream Of Him. I Dream Of Caleb, Who Does Not Exist, And I Am Afraid.

. . . For A Lifetime Was But A Moment In That Place, And Each Man Dreams His Own Heaven. And In The Darkness David Closed His Eyes, As All That Was Lost Was Found Again.

Luck Ran Out, But Smart Was For Life.

He Had Quite Liked The Dwarfs. He Often Had No Idea What They Were Talking About, But For A Group Of Homicidal, Class-obsessed Small People, They Were Really Rather Good Fun.

This Life Is Filled With Threats And Danger, David. We Face Those That We Have To Face, And There Will Be Times When We Must Make The Choice To Act For The Greater Good, Even At Risk To Ourselves, But We Do Not Lay Down Our Lives Needlessly. Each Of Us Has Only One Life To Live, And One Life To Give. There Is No Glory In Throwing It Away Where There Is No Hope.