Letter to the Editor

Walking down the hallways,
seeing many faces,
none of them familiar;
The clock on the wall reads ‘bout quarter-past-midnight.
Devious Methods to get to the bottom of the mystery,
synthesizing thoughts and ideas to make new concepts,
while analytically, he assaults and amazes fiends;
The clock on the wall reads ‘bout quarter-past-midnight.
Casting another spell on the invading Orcish party,
then quick!--toss another one to save an ally,
all in a day's work for an adventurer with no past;
The clock on the wall reads ‘bout quarter-past-midnight.
Singing that magic melody of olde,
playing another rhythm on that horn,
while programming in another abrasive set of beats ‘n' things,
sonic destruction at its very finest;
The clock on the wall reads ‘bout quarter-past-midnight.
Messaging, relaying,
words and text flyin' down the superhighway,
different windows all
clogging up My Space,
Head to toe, covered in fur;

The clock on the wall reads ‘bout four-in-the-morning.