I was writing an e-mail, and an idea overtook me.
My nom-de-plume? No mask I wear.
Though it's a name I choose to bear,
revealed to me within a dream
—a fearful dream—I would redeem,
what did remain when I did wake,
this name, I think it right to take;
I seek Heaven and dream of Hell,
so are these tales I have to tell.
Tale Told 