The darkness of night gives our thoughts flight.
Whilst others dream, things aren't what they seem.
The pen springs to life deadlier than a knife,
the power to save, or minds to enslave.
Candlelight burns giving in to what yearns.
Mystery unfolds of tales untold.
Tales to give a fright, or lovers who unite.
Naughty tales relayed or of lovers having strayed
Myths and legends also make their presence
So whilst the world sleeps the pen still reaps
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