Ink Knight

From pen to paper, ink seeps and spreads out,

corrupting the sweet innocence of white.

A simple line morphs into subtle clouds,

then spreads to form a strong and gallant knight.

His story told as color now takes form,

the knight no longer shines as once was thought.

Once subtle clouds now reveal a great storm,

the maker smiles upon the life it brought.

The artist’s love and passion clearly show,

with care they do what artists know the best.

Coloring paper once white as snow,

their style becoming their own sacred crest.

Their hand ceased to put pencil to paper,

the knight leaps out to embrace its maker.


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