Ink

The story starts a while ago

There was a boy and he could not let go

Of thoughts and voices echoing inside

So he takes a pen and starts to write

You’ve been writing, and

We’ve been dying through

Every chapter penned

Every word misspent

Noble knights and dames

Fallen in your name

Every single stroke

Tightening the yoke

He sketched a door in margins wide

A portal to the other side

Stepped through the ink, to worlds unknown

Where words he wrote had flesh and bone

Each sentence scribed with shaky hands

Now landscapes stretching vast and grand

In tales spun deep, he lost his way

Bound to the script, he turned to prey

You’ve been writing, and

We’ve been dying through

Every chapter penned

Every word misspent

Every tale you tell

Casts another spell

Every verse you choose,

Now becomes your noose

Ink bleeds deeper than the sword

Pages bind more than any cord

You’ve been writing, and

We’ve been dying through

Every chapter penned

Every word misspent

Dreams you dared invoke

Mirrors now in smoke

Lines that seal your fate

Author and the bait

Ink bleeds deeper than the sword

Ink bleeds deeper than the sword

Ink bleeds deeper than the sword

Ink bleeds deeper than the sword