Not under the bewildered chandelier or a wooden sparkling floor.
Smooth silk curtains don't lure me, no more.
For I have built a castle with the words, verses and some songs.
But the monsters still resides in dingy doubtful holes.
They crawl out on sunless days and knock onto my doors, but i am not afeared, no not anymore.
For now I defeat them with the silver quill I hold, and slay the smothering darkness with swords adorned in glistening odes.