In dark corners are
Poets writing quill in hand
Little hope that ever will
Their words be read by any one
Still they write words so dear
Hoping some day to be known
People then their words to learn
Change the lives of whose who read
Yet in darkness they are found
Seeking not the light nor the crowd
Will not stand on a stage
Before a crowd their words to say
Fear of that which may be
Of if the people might turn away
Hiding in the darkness they stay
With the words they hold dear
Captive by the things they fear