Inspired to give it a go
THE SCRIBES AT MIDNIGHT (ala The Highwayman - Alfred Noyes)

The moon was high in the star-lit sky
Its yellow light agleam
Four scribes hunched low, where keyboards fly
Lost deep in a writer’s dream
By the candle’s glow, their words did flow,
The deadline drawing near
Each tale they spun, ’til the month was done,
Their passion was sincere.