A Winter Night
Rain falls gently in the darkening night,
A sound out of shadows softly drumming,
As the fire casts around a soft light,
Banishing the dark, quietly glowing.
Most people of the day will simply sleep,
Off visiting distant worlds far away,
The houses they stand not making a peep,
A rise of dreams ignored by normal day.
Shelves surround me full of their dusty tomes,
My companions into a sleepless night,
Deep into worlds of fantasy I roam,
Long after the pages dance in my sight.
The warmth of the fire begins to fade,
As I sail to far corners of seven seas,
Soar through the sky as it changes its shade,
And climb a few one thousand foot tall trees.
I look out the window with all my might
Cursing the early rise of dawn's first light.
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