It is always such a celebration
in every single new adaptation
that I then pen upon the page
some new epic for a new age

While I while away my time
chasing a life of pure rhyme
never staying within these lines
plot and scheme my own designs

Just another creature of the night
ever indentured to the write
bound up in the poems I pen
forever returning once again

Capturing every single word
jotting it down before it is heard
weaving it into my canvas
before the moment can pass

Until all of my ink runs dry
when I then await another try
in the hope that might find
all these dreams I left behind