As the writers hands shrivel,
His sharp pen glistens due to the night light of his,
In his mind, words start mumbling and dancing,
As if those trying to turn him mad,
But, in the reaction of his face, he looks calm and serene.

As the pen touches the surface of soon-to-be-masterpiece,
the ink drips from it, shaping the art to be desired.
One by one, the creativity is carved onto the paper,
that will strike inspiration into the hearts of millions,
While in fact, his real attention was just to amuse himself.

As the Magnum Opus finally takes it's form,
the writer sigh in relieve, releasing a thousand-years burden.
And, as his work finally being recognized by mankind,
he continues sitting on his chair, raising his pen,
and creating another work of art.