The morning is blessed,
with time and peace to enjoy,
by a writing stream.
Now the words must come,
too long, it has been delayed,
it’s time for writing.
He watched evil come,
through the writing it appeared,
in the male MC.
Sleep over took him,
suspending reality,
with dreamlike fiction.
Convicted she wrote,
and page after tear stained page,
her guilt was revealed.
