The stars they shine
down from the sky.
Like molten diamonds,
that float up high.

They gleam from above
and stretch down below..
Reaching the castle;
a gift to bestow

And brushing against,
the cold gray walls;
they conjure a melody,
Made of delicate calls.

These calls will then echo;
As nightfall, it looms.
and whispering voices
depart from their rooms.

The voices will travel,
down stairwells of gloom,
holding their candles
into the next room

And within an old study,
the children do meet;
To share all their stories,
as elders do sleep.

They speak of the dragons,
the swords & the wars;
of courageous battles
filled with fiery roars.

They tell of the forests;
of mountains & streams...
and eight legged creatures,
thought only in dreams.

And once they're exhausted,
and too tired to think;
they go for their candle,
as their eyelids do sink.

And then they will exit
the tired large space..
Return to their chambers;
Gone back with no trace.

Left finally in darkness,
they then close their eyes;
until the next day,
when it's time that they rise.