Night Victories

Something a little softer than I’ve had of late. I hope you enjoy it.

Soft the voices through the door
Gentle the whispers from distant shore.
As the evening transcends the day
and hope and folly drift away.

The travelers come to their rest
As weary birds turn to their nest.
Dreams like mist settle down
Through every cottage, inn and town.

And what comes calling in slumber deep,
As all the world drifts to sleep?
Fairy hunts and dragon’s doom
Creep softly in with the light of moon.

Valiant knights and careful maids
Hatch cunning plans hen traps are laid,
And win their vict’ry through the night
And every manner of dire plight.

When morning comes as it always must,
The hope and joy are held in trust
Against the perils in light of day
Where dreamed of hopes light the way.

Dreaming in Plot