A Tall Tale of Twilight (The Black Flame Suite)

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In his secret dreams there was deemed no more bold a knight
Even deep asleep foretold of light

The candelabra flickered
Ever quicker as he crept
At the height of such predicament
No minor distance kept
For it had been traditional in winter to have slept
Yet his pillowcase felt warm and safe for all the tears he wept

He had been a child last time the twilight boards he tread
He felt wild and brave for each exhilarated heartbeat sped
Shadows seized his wake and it appeared they were unfed
Snatching at his mapping of the dim lit trail ahead
There had been a rapping at his chamber door in dead of night
Still no apprehension bled his stride
Still he led procession through the fettered dead of night
Told a tale of no affright and tempered with untold abide

In his secret dreams there was deemed no more bold a knight
Even deep asleep foretold of light
Even deep asleep foretold of light

In his secret dreams there was deemed no more bold a knight
Even deep asleep foretold of light

The candelabra flickered
Ever quicker as he crept
At the height of such predicament
He steeped to hinds and leapt
For it had been traditional in winter to have slept
Yet his pillowcase had famed his reign through all the dreams he kept

This was no reverie
The swell of gust was true
His eyes acclimatized and knew precisely that adjusted to
Fears seemed insincere and he would not adhere to such ado
Essentially his every sense was heightened
His faith was blind yet still enlightened
Unrequired to leave a light on
Moans and rakes were shown as mostly fake
And thus he rose awake reposed and chose tenaciously to stride on

In his secret dreams there was deemed no more bold a knight
Even deep asleep foretold of light

In his secret dreams there was deemed no more bold a knight
Even deep asleep foretold of light
Even deep asleep foretold of light

In the heart of darkness
He relied upon the candelabra’s flicker
With no slight on his innocence
He held his breath through every beat that quickened
In the heightened suite of wisdom
He had prized the ceaseless vision
That the eyes need not wear sight to be advised on
Back upon the pillowcase so warm and safe he claimed his place
Far too wild and brave to leave a light on

In the heart of darkness
He relied upon the candelabra’s flicker
With no slight on his innocence
He held his breath through every beat that quickened
In the heightened suite of wisdom
He had prized the ceaseless vision
That the eyes need not wear sight to be advised on
Back upon the pillowcase so warm and safe he claimed his place
Far too wild and brave to leave a light on

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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