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.