Haiku For Digs

what the original nomad wants, the original nomad gets.

here you have it:

Clock chimes midnight. Blue
glare from laptop screen. Keys click.
A cold smile. "A-ha."

call it the poetic imagination, or the faustian myth at work, or whatever, but i couldn't help but envision you as intense, dressed in black, sharp, nocturnal. perfect for halloween!

hope it satisfies the requirements ;)