She sat typing
At her desk
Her characters playing and laughing
With not a care in the world
Not a worry of the oncoming danger

Her characters, the most peculiar of people
Scars on their faces
Sticks in their hands
Owls instead of postmen

Her imagination as vivid as the dream of young girls
She created a world
Famous for its gate all escapers enter
A world of oblivious readers and muggles
A world where the darkness is looming on the horizon
A world adventure and heroic acts

I aspire to have her talent at writing
I aspire to have her vivid imagination
I aspire to create a book as great hers one day
I aspire to be as great
As her, my idol, J.K Rowling