There Are No Men Like Me. There's

A Bear! A Bear! All Black And Brown And Covered In Hair!

Do Dead Man Dream? The Dead Themselves Are Silent On The Matter

No Mortal Man Could Frighten Him, No More Than The Darkness Could, Nor The Bones Of His Soul, The Grey And Grisly Bones Of His Soul.

The Air Smelled Of Paper And Dust And Years.

The Pale Pink Light Of Dawn Sparkled On Branch And Leaf And Stone. Every Blade Of Grass Was Carved From Emerald, Every Drip Of Water Turned To Diamond. Flowers And Mushrooms Alike Wore Coats Of Glass. Even The Mud Puddles Had A Bright Brown Sheen. Through The Shimmering Greenery, The Black Tents Of His Brothers Were Encased In A Fine Glaze Of Ice. So There Is Magic Beyond The Wall After All.