Seeing more in the dark

Stroking with this Titus fine
Pen that writes the thickest black
Dismal is the word define
The state when gaiety lack

Yellow light the candle brings
Not enough for cabin wide
Barely i can see a thing
Writings in my shadow hide

Sorry if i write on ill
My voice, not pleasing to hear
Scratched papers my ballpoints till
Words will scream in your good ear

Given this unusual sight
From the past, unusual too
In the days where wrongs are right
Edgar sprouts from finest brew

Wick has none, the candle dies
I stood up with no remark
Tread the void and close my eyes
And i see more in the dark