*Nyctophiles* Nyctophiles like to sit alone In the deep dark of the night Seeking something in shadows’ reign As if drifting in some trance Night is their canvass, forever so free Where they, thriving in eternal solitude Revel in the enigma’s mystic ways Confined by reality unconfined. Whispering their hearts poured out To the stars and moons in the sky In the void with long weary sighs Nyctophiles find solace In lunar quiets where no one can pry. ~ Echoes Of Ink