AUTHOR'S NOTE: Ok, I know this is a little strange and not too sophisticated, but hey, it was fun!
Oh lamp, friend of the night owl, you give late night readers and writers a source of precious light.
Sacred giver of light, what would I do without you?
Darkness would capture me, and seal me up like a box, but only you lamp could tear off the seal and set me free.
Without you, lamp, precious hours that could be spent reading; wasted.
I would shrivel up, my mind empty, not able to write at dusk, the most creative time; when ideas strike.
Lamp, you are a goddess, a tall picturesque figure standing as proud as a lion,
Your wooden base is smooth like rich honey, your dark shade the color of a magician’s cape.
Oh, majestic lamp, but a hand-me-down lamp. Who was your owner before me? Did they too gaze upon you at night seeking inspiration for stories?
