Ink bleeding parchment
Scrawling thoughts and fantasy
Of far away lands of Elysium
On the shores of bliss.
The pen dances on the sea of white,
Leaving trails of memory.
Ambitions of the future.
The pondered relics,
Etched into the vellum.
In this world forged by the companionship
Of ink, steel, and thought,
I become omnipotent. Creator of all.
Hero of cities, slayer of tyrants.
Martyr of forgotten, companion of giants.
When days go dark
And the skies be dreary,
I raise the inkwell skyward,
And let my heart bleed upon the page.
For it is the might of the quill
That can vanquish all sorrows.
And by writing, I purge my own world of them.