Friends in the Darkness

I sit awake in the hours of the night I am very young The pale face of the moon sits in the sky as my only friend "Little Girl, why are you sad," she says to me. "Because I am alone and they left me." As if sent by the moon herself, there sat something of value Something of beauty Something of talent Made with paper and binding, there sat an entire world full of people like me They weep, they smile, they fight, they save They are my friends among a shelf They are my home away from hell I sit awake in the hours of the night I am still very young The pale face of the moon sits in the sky as an old friend "Child, why do you weep," she says to me. "Because I am lost and scared." The moon winks and smiles at me as if she knows a secret I do not There sits something of relief Something of comfort Something of strength Armed with a sword of ink and a shield of parchment, there sat an entire universe waiting to be created My thoughts are a multitude of confusion and fear It is as if they wait to be released from the demons and monsters that sit inside Words can kill, but instead, mine saved.