She always had a light on at the latest hour ..
Her words communicated with the inky black air ..
The night demons in the closet, the villains shoved against story margins, shed their masks when she shed hers ..
They all sat beside the candle fire telling
tales that only dreamers knew of ..
At once, like it did each midnight gathering, imagination dripped from their tongues onto the cold floor to build pillars of ideas ..
Dear descendants of daylight, this girl and these "monsters" have a brighter vein to show off than you may know ..
At the peak of night there is empty space to fill ..
Nocturnal creatures fill it well ..
No matter black nor white nor every color of the beastly rainbow ..
When left with an empty canvas, a single stroke of inspiration appears ..
A savage third party arises from the mists down under ..
Unorthodox heavens dressed as stereotypical horrors have awakened ..
