Dusk approaches, the twilight appears;
For most the day winds down.
I am not most.
Once the fire sets fully,
The embers bring about another realm
Of creativity.
On the precipice of darkness
My passion reveals itself.
By candlelight my pen;
Searches,
Scratches,
Creates.
Literary.Land.of.Alysia 
Oh this was a nice read! Searches, scratches creates! Love it! Kathi :O)
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“By candlelight my pen searches, scratches, creates.” Nice!
Exactly!
I really enjoyed this – and so relate. I am a night-writer, too!
‘On the precipice of darkness
My passion reveals itself.’