A stare that pierces into soul. Metaphorical there, but will make physical holes. Excalibur for a battle-fed mole. Or an assassin’s tool that feels more personal.

How times have changed. In biblical times, you might do this to a law-breaker as their final punishment. Today, people do this to themselves and enjoy it, although that might turn them into law-breakers. If you can't find compassion for the sick that do this to themselves, you might have a heart made of me.

A cord value of the Founding Fathers. Where I will be Saturday

By broom I travel through the night, with whispered spells and flickering light. A pointed hat upon my head, old tales are where my name is said.

Some call me a walking dinosaur, but I'm actually a mammal. I'm also said to have inspired stories about unicorns, although I'm not the most elegant of all.