Quill Pen, by Anna Lorena
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The Weapon of Choice of Shakespeare,
The Bardic Tool of Fame.
Dipped in Blackness,
Spilling Shadows
Across the White Page,
Infecting the World by it's Power;
Tainting the Paper.
An Intruder.
Printing Thoughts, Dreams.
Script Flows from it's Quill-
Causing a Revolution,
Floating from the Sky,
Falling to the Page.
The Feather Glistening as a Mystical Emerald
With which the World is Changed. |
Posted: 2005-03-19 03:38:08 UTC |
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