Midnight Inspiration

In the dark hours, under the gaze of the moon.
There I lay, half asleep at my desk,
My head resting on a pillow of blank pages.
On the very precipice of sleep, I hesitate.

Unheard and unheeded, the rustle of gossamer wings,
A faint breeze playing through my hair,
Causing the lone candle's flame to flicker.
Entombed in sleep as I was, I noticed none of this.

The unseen visitor, almost no more then a shadow,
Fluttered and fretted as it studied me;
Slumped across my desk, a cold cup clasped in one hand.
The visitor danced closer, reaching out tentatively.

Its gentle touch teasing at my lethargic mind,
Bringing concepts and sensations to the fore,
And with these raw materials crafting an idea.
A marvelous gemstone, pure inspiration.

With a start, the smothering bonds were drawn away.
A new purpose seized my mind, as my hand seized pen and paper.
I wrote, feverish in my haste, lest the idea fade away.
Then to sleep, the freshly laid ink drying on the page.

The forgotten visitor smiled briefly,
As it slipped out, under the door.
Satisfied that its work was done, until next it was needed.
My Midnight Inspiration.

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Daedalan, in the year 381 AF.