The Writing Wizard

The dark night
Hears only small, tiny sounds
Eathan the Wizard is the only human like being awake

Where would he sit
Rocks were nearbye
It wouldn't be comfortable
Though it would be a place to sit
It was a dark night
Night; silence
Grief was what Eathan felt, for there was no light

Wizards can write the most beautiful things
It was uncomfortable on the rocks
Zack, one of Ethan's friend, had died not long before
And Eathan wanted to remember him
Rain would not fall this night
Darkness was broken when Eathan created the first stars