What words will come tonight?

Spoken softly by word or thought I know not, care little, long greatly

For what magic could they bring if brought to my ears by craft so cunning, by voice so beguiling, by mind so wise and full of rich imagination.

What words will come tonight?

On Angels wing or Devils tread, what will come as I lie deep in rest within the comfort of my bed

And by light of the new day come what then will my pen set down? Will I share the words spoken in the night or let them fade out of memory out of sight? I close my eyes in this silence that keeps peaceful dreams and restful sleeps.

I drift into slumber and creatures at my beds foot gather in great and mischievous number…