I don't own Labyrinth. Just call me crazy now
Jareth did so love his nights in London.
He had first come upon it when a young girl wished away her baby sister. He garbed himself in cape and armor and whisked the child away. The second time he dared to look around some more. The streets were narrow and crooked in some places not unlike some of the streets in the goblin city. The third time he went without a summons and spent the night leaping from rooftop to rooftop. Unfortunately this time a woman caught him. By the time he had gotten away form her grasp several law men were after him. The fourth time he was shot with little balls of lead that kept bouncing off his armor. But he kept on coming back. Until people started to hunt for him. So his visits for pleasure began to fade and become few and far between. He moved farther away from the glorious London. And then he stopped going all together. Truth became distorted, that became legend, legend became fantasy , and fantasy became Penny Dreadfuls.
Jareth did so love his nights in London
Wow. This is really obscure. I'll be posting something to make this clearer if enough people who review don't get it.