Midnight Writer

When the clock

Strikes twelve

And everybody

Has retired to bed

She will get up

Get a paper and pen

And start to scribble

Beautiful lines that

Will last forever.

Comes the break of dawn

She will take the machine she owns

And start to tap its keyboard

To give life to the beautiful lines

She has formed

So that others can read her masterpiece

And followers she can't afford  to miss. 

That’s the life of a midnight writer

Come hell or high waters

She will breathe life to

Her thoughts one way or the other

For that will really give her

Fulfillment as a writer

Even when a stalker

Is eyeing at her.

P.S. You stalker can never dampen my spirit coz I love what I am doing!