Those dark thoughts in his mind...
I can't seem to help him,
When he is so unkind.
He's so different now;
And as the ending nears...
Seeing him so helpless,
Could turn me into tears.
Sustained movements move dust
As though it were a tomb.
Silence falls upon him
And deadens all the room.
No laughter can be heard
From him, my only love.
Little sign of hope, and
No voice from up above.
My tear-filled voice can break
During the time I pray;
Ending with a small kiss,
Blown every single day...
-Emily Adams, January 13, 2003
Hoggle: What door?
Sarah: It's hopeless asking you anything!
Hoggle: ...Not if you ask the right questions...
-Jim Henson