The Unicorn Child

In the darkness, there is one who comes,

who whispers the most terrifying things in her ear.

And, as the tears fall, the Shadowy One collects them one by one,

for unicorn tears hold a powerful magic.

A Tale Of The Uncontrollable And Uncontrolled Ethel Eldritch.

Heeding only the wild wind's call, 

this way and that she ran.

'Til silently the dark woods enfolded all around.

 Caught in The Governessa's grasp, this little one.

 Led by icy hand, down and down...

There, deep under the Willow and darkly cocooned, the Ghastly one has her.

"Dear Ethel Eldritch, to where will you run?" 

A Glimpse of Tales Soon To Be Told

Thank you all for your comments on my rather melancholy tea party. I wish I could have visited you all more often but the rural internet connection has left me swept up in a dusty corner for the last two months. Roll on satellite!

Here a glimpse of two undone but soon to be, you shall see...