Grand intervention occurs when I sleep
The words are from a spiritual depth
The feelings engrossed, are steely ****
Driven by such I write in the dark
I have done it again the next great Poem
Epic creation I know it'll slay them
I finish the last line and adjust in bed
The journal on the floor to darkness I tread
Now awake I read the great work
And it sure reads different I feel like a ****
Yet i must not deprive anyone my latest masterpiece
So i humbly submit this poem at your feet