In the rhythm of the night, we write
Heartbeat manuscript, under the starlight
Lost in the pages where our fantasies dance
In the beat, we meet, given to chance
Austen's grace in the space between beats
Brontë's wild moors, where every heart meets
With Woolf's stream, we dream, deeper dive
In Plath's mirror, clearer, we're alive
Angelou's courage, flourish, wings spread wide
Rowling's magic, tragic, worlds collide
Atwood's warning, dawning, in the glow
Morrison's stories, glories, in the flow
Through the tempo, we echo, voices blend
In the melody, our legacy, without end
With every drop, stop, time rewinds
In our song, strong, love defines
In the rhythm of the night, we write
Heartbeat manuscript, under the starlight
Lost in the pages where our fantasies dance
In the beat, we meet, given to chance
In the silence, defiance, we claim our right
To the stories, glories, of the night
In every beat, sweet, our hearts entwine
Under the stars, ours, your story and mine