Nyctophile

I sleep when the rooster crows

And the sun comes up

When evening falls, I awaken

And eat some food

Some for the belly, some for thought

The night

Ah, the night!

There is no one to see me

As the city is asleep

That is when I feel alive

I set to work, creating

With my mighty pen I make worlds

With my loyal brush I paint imagination

On a cloth canvas

And just when the night is darkest

I retire to bed

As a new day dawns

And the city awakens

I am someone who has fallen

Through a crack

I find myself an alien

Amongst my own kind

They judge me

Vilify

Because I am not like them

I am the fool on the hill

And by being a fool

To the outside

Nobody knows who I am inside

I'm okay with that

For my individuality is my armor

Nobody can take it from me

So I make love to the night

And she loves me back too

Dare I ask for more?

The Bilge Master