My Feelings For Raphael Are Mine, And

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.

He Became Merely The Broken Statue Of A Beast, Now Without Another's Fear To Animate It.

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.

If 'why' Was The First And Last Question, Then Because I Was Curious To See What Would Happen Was The First And Last Answer. A Version Of It Had Been Spoken To God Himself In The Garden Of Eden, And It Was Destined To Be The Reason For The End Of Things At The Hands Of Man.

I Thought It Was Her Wicked Stepmother Who Poisoned Her...' '...turned Out The Wicked Stepmother Had An Alibi.' '...seems She Was Off Poisoning Someone Else At The Time. Chance In A Million, Really. It Was Just Bad Luck.