Fair muse's bare ankles: empty pages,

where words lay unwritten, unrequited.

Books: aphrodisiac of the ages

caress the mind – ready to be cited.

At last! Sweet spark of electricity

tears through the void; creates that missing link:

endorphins inspire creativity,

whilst pewter nib thrusts into ebon ink.

And so marks the kiss of pen and parchment.

Train wreck or masterpiece? But who else knows

the risk in order to be "brilliant"?

To wonder how far the rabbit hole goes…

But when it's time to put that pen to bed,

Climb down from high, and leave the rest unsaid.