Their eyes adored glimpses of worn pages,
little illuminations of mental illustrations,
fairy tales oft dreamt by all ages,
adventurous as divine writ is ostentatious.
Floor boards creaked giving breath,
to a darkened home built of neglect,
impoverished and starving they came to collect.
Veilleuse writes a nighttime imagination,
treasures children wished in adoration,
of promises scrawled on vellum,
waiting for future nostalgia and contemplation.
Larceny sneaks as Beauty conquers Beast,
slipping past the flames for Brunhilde,
stealing everything but hope and dreams.