That Is Ever The Way. Tis All

Two Is The Beginning Of The End.

A House Is Never Still In Darkness To Those Who Listen Intently; There Is A Whispering In Distant Chambers, An Unearthly Hand Presses The Snib Of The Window, The Latch Rises. Ghosts Were Created When The First Man Awoke In The Night.

You Just Think Lovely Wonderful Thoughts," Peter Explained, "and They Lift You Up In The Air.

Heaven For Climate, Hell For Company.

He Was A Poet; And They Are Never Exactly Grown-up.