Late at night her mind comes alive.
Stories, villains, songs more real than any in what some call reality.
Friends more dear and cherished, worlds far better known.
She is much more wanted here.

Late at night voices fill her
head, with adventures wanting to be know.
Stories only she may capture.
One story leads to another,
soon telling her of brand new peoples
who were somehow missed in the lives of others.

Late at night the hero always wins, hearts are always safe,
and none are forgotten. Moon and stars light
the way so she can see the shimmering
road.

Mornings always brings with it the shortage of ink,,
crumpled up pages and burned away candles.
Until night may once again bring her back to her friends,
in this world, in the world of reality
she is lost.