Preserving the people of the past
Carrying the truth,
And hiding our lies.
It silently carries the lovestruck message,
Or creating the brutal note of heart-break.
With power to condemn,
Or power to restore—
The blemishing dot, on a white page.
The flowing of darkness into the pure.
This power of gods, is one simple thing
Ink in a pen,
And a mind that can see.