Quiet whispers and tendrils of light

Hypnotizes in a gripping bite

Pitter, patter, so much is brought forth

What authority can tell is worth

Something dark, dangerous and biased

Weighs one down heavy without remiss.

I work diligently and work hard

To bring tales as a traveling bard

So, sleep up and rest your weary soul

Burrow beneath the sheets like a mole

Or slide near the flame and chase the cold

And lose yourself in stories yet told.